She knew what lay at the bottom of the ramp – a glittering party to showcase her mother’s newest art. She could hear the laughter, the clink of the glasses, the clickety of stiletto heels on stone tiles. Her mother, the great artist whose eye for beauty, they cooed, came from her own magnificence. Raven haired, amethyst-eyed, tall, thin, yet with ample breasts, straight spine, long legs – all often semi-exposed in designer clothes.
Did they know about her one failure, Glissia, wondered, limbs twisted, bound in her wheelchair, face half paralyzed, one eye clouded. Should she show them now? {100 words}
For Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields who is Addicted to Purple
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
© Lorraine
January 21, 2017 at 11:56 pm
I loved the layers in this story. I couldnt help but feel the daughter is too bitter and caught up in her own tragedy, that the mother is just trying to cope as best as she can in the circumstances and art is her escape – perhaps revealing designer dresses are just another facade. Who knows if the daughter does dare to come out, the mother maybe the happiest? I do hope you will carry the story forward.
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January 22, 2017 at 1:01 am
Thank you Dahlia — you have given me yet another layer; another way to look at the relationship. Thank you for your interest and your perspective.
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January 22, 2017 at 1:01 am
Thank you for a thought provoking piece :)
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January 21, 2017 at 7:03 am
Dear Lorraine,
Vivid and sad.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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January 20, 2017 at 9:37 am
Tantalising. A whole wealth of backstory that can go any way.
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January 20, 2017 at 9:39 am
Yes, I hadn’t realized just how much back-story there was until I clicked publish. I think I will have to revisit the pair at some point.
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January 19, 2017 at 11:08 pm
Wow a terrible mother for all her beauty. It doesn’t s Em like she treats her daughter well at all, or that she pays attention to her. She’s so transfixed on the beautiful the hideousness of her child is something she chooses to forget. I would think her insides are most definantly not pretty like her outsides.
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January 19, 2017 at 11:18 pm
She strikes me as shallow, not matter how great the depth of her creativity.
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January 19, 2017 at 11:51 pm
Agreed.
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January 19, 2017 at 1:04 pm
So sad!
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January 19, 2017 at 1:12 pm
Yes, the success of the mother against the life of the daughter.
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January 19, 2017 at 12:48 pm
Wow! She looks terrific, but she has a heart of flint, eh? Lovely, vivid build up and description and a cracking end line – more please :)
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January 19, 2017 at 12:53 pm
Thanks, Lynn. There probably is more in this — it was suggested that the mother may have had a bigger role in her daughter’s disability than just birth — a sinister and dark trail to follow.
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January 19, 2017 at 1:04 pm
I felt that was the way the story was leading us – the breadcrumbs you’ve thrown as clues. Well written stuff
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January 19, 2017 at 1:12 pm
Thanks, Lynn — I’ll let the characters wander in my mind for a while and see what happens.
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January 19, 2017 at 1:49 pm
I’ll look forward to reading the results of that :)
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January 19, 2017 at 4:20 am
I hope she reveals herself, and I hope there isn’t really a mother like this in the world… Great write.
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January 19, 2017 at 8:23 am
Unfortunately, there are mothers like that — and I hope she goes down the ramp to the party, too.
Thanks for reading.
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January 19, 2017 at 3:48 am
That is lean, spare, with anger crackling through the quiet, much more effectively than raging. Well done!
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January 19, 2017 at 3:49 am
Thank you for reading and commenting.
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January 18, 2017 at 10:06 pm
Sad for the daughter, seeing mother’s glory and not being part of it. Still you can’t live as a shadow of someone else, resenting them.
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January 18, 2017 at 11:21 pm
The artist’s one imperfection made to watch the masterwork of perfection — a sad cycle.
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January 19, 2017 at 7:00 am
It leaves the question: was the daughter’s deformity a birth defect or did the mother cause her suffering? Could make for quite a tale!
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January 19, 2017 at 8:13 am
I was thinking of from a birth defect or illness, but now you have me wondering if the mother, by accident or no, affected how her daughter looks. Hmmm might just be more of a tale.
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January 18, 2017 at 8:56 pm
Oh the horrors of showing her “defects”… sadly there are people like that out there…
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January 18, 2017 at 11:23 pm
Yes, made to feel even more “defective” by society’s reactions.
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January 18, 2017 at 8:24 pm
That’s astonishingly tragic.
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January 18, 2017 at 11:22 pm
It came to me as I looked at the image, the ramp and pictures at the bottom — then a sense of sadness.
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January 19, 2017 at 6:58 am
The image seemed to bring out a sense of sadness, fear, or panic in all of us! Last night my mind was working on an upbeat spin to this pic, but it looks too gloomy.
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January 19, 2017 at 8:41 am
There is this sense of gloom and sadness I got from the picture influencing my story.
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January 18, 2017 at 7:41 pm
Oh, how very sad. I loved your details. Well done.
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January 18, 2017 at 11:24 pm
Thank you — some how the image spoke of a sadness that came out in the story.
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