Note: I’ve felt a pull toward Thom G’s flash fiction lately. This piece got the juices flowing. I had to try it. This piece pushed me over the edge. They look like tidy cuts of cake but for me it was anything but. It took me half a month to come even remotely close. I love the concept and want to do more. Call this Attempt #1.
“The Writer,” by Cathleen Rehfeld, available as of May 7, 2008 for purchase at Art on the Boulevard Gallery in Vancouver, WA 360-750-4499
She stood in front of her side of the closet in her underwear and a skin-tight, see-through top. Her eyes were glassy, blank, staring at the skirts, now blurred into one cloud of fuzzy color. She felt panic awakening and tightening around her throat at the thought of loving him so much she needed him like air. Blissful unity usurped creativity the day they got married a year ago and she’d not been able to write a thing since. Something had to give. She snatched at the skirts in the closet like salvation and put on the shortest, tightest one she could find. She felt herself gravitate toward her dresser and rummage through the top drawer. Her fingers became tangled in fishnets and she ripped them as she fought to escape. She put them on anyway, breathlessly. She watched herself lean down and slip her fingers through the straps of a pair of red stilettos. And as she put them on, she saw herself walking ahead of the roaring flames of a scandal that would burn any possibility of a bridge back to him.
“The Writer,” original oil painting by Cathleen Rehfeld http://rehfeldart.blogspot.com/
Red stilettos from http://images.somalifestyle.com/somaimages/DSC_7366_lg.jp
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