Flash fiction – Crimson

Crimson

I opened the wardrobe. And there was the dress. Crimson and floaty. The dress of my dreams. If I wore it, could I become the girl in the picture?
Fingers fumbled with fasteners made stiff with disuse. My heart beat loudly. Breathing threatened to disintegrate ancient stitches. I looked in the mirror, longing to meet the higher reality; yearning for my true, lost, self.
So near, yet so far. Teasing hint of reflection increased my desire.
I spied the shoe and, rummaging, found the other. They fit like Cinderella’s slipper.
Forsaking the now redundant mirror, I ascended the invisible staircase.

Thanks to Paula for bringing this to my attention.


Are you living your dreams?
What does it take for you to become your true self?

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About Rosalie Squires

'Who am I?' is a question whose answer keeps evolving, that can be answered in many, many ways; that has no known answer at all. But there are some clues to be found: stocksharpsquires.wordpress.
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  1. Pingback: Flash Fiction Challenge | 10 Options, 100 Words, Limitless Possibilities | Josh Mosey | Writer

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