Monday, July 6, 2009

Which to Wear



Today's muse: Pictures, Poetry & Prose


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Which to Wear

Wandering into the luxurious bathroom, Jacqueline avoided the mirror’s reflection that held little resemblance to the vibrant woman she once was. Hair that danced in flirtatious curls around her shoulders, now hung lifeless down her back. She understood, now, why Evan insisted she keep it long.

She fought to control her trembling hands as she applied makeup with meticulous care. Despite her diligence, she knew he would find fault. He always did.

The backless, red silk dress hung in her walk-in closet, replaced now with the gown laid out on the king-sized bed. The black, sequined dress would better camouflage the signs of his most recent discipline.

Evan entered the room, his footsteps muffled on the plush carpet, and placed his hands on her shoulders. It was an act of possession, rather than affection. She doubted he was capable of the latter. Jacqueline suppressed a shudder when he bent down to kiss her neck.

“We will have a wonderful evening,” he murmured. His voice hardened as his hand bit into her shoulder. “Provided, of course, you behave.”

His warning hung in the room like a heavy fog, leaving her breathless and frightened. When he left, she met her gaze in the mirror, questioned the pale blue eyes that stared back.

Had she made the right decision?

Jacqueline closed the ivory compact, put it back in its designated place inside the vanity drawer. After a quick glance in the mirror, she pushed aside the ceramic box that held her shadows and fingered the antique sheering scissors hidden beneath.

Her eyes darted back to the mirror. She didn’t see the straw-coloured hair that hung below her shoulders. Instead, she saw a walnut bob that hung in a classic cut just below her chin.

Yes, she thought, when she left tomorrow, she would wear a new face.

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Note: This piece was edited on February 22, 2011. The original version can be read by following the muse link above.


9 comments:

lady fairchilde said...

hmmm. perhaps she will bludgeon him with that piece of art...

i can't believe there are women (and men) who actually live like this. very sad.

nice work monica.

glnroz said...

I liked very much,,,but made me NOT LIKE something or someone else even more. Am i missing something or did iI "Get it"?

Dan Felstead said...

Monica...(I will respect your pen name!)
2 things...
I saw your post on PPP and it has a certain feel of uneasiness about it...great writing...leving the outcome to the readers!

Also, I noticed that you have begun following my photo blog and I just wanted to thank you.

Have a great week...

Dan

Monica Manning said...

lady fairchilde ... sad, but unfortunately true. thanks lf.

Monica Manning said...

glnroz ... oh, you got it alright. thanks for stopping by.

Monica Manning said...

dan ... thanks for following. i have a story in mind for your car photos which i'm working on. it may take a few days/weeks. thanks for keeping my secret (even though i suspect you already know the truth).

~She Poet~ said...

I read your entry on PPP and offer my congrats for such an emotional and well written piece! Growing up around domestic violence, I know this story all too well. Your wording is excellent and the ending is thought provoking. You definitely have a knack for storytelling. Thanks for following :) I look forward to reading more of your work.

glnroz said...

hummm, i happened upon this again today. It still makes me shudder...hummm,,,

Monica Manning said...

Thanks, glnroz. This is near the top of my edit list.