Sunday, September 15, 2013

The Event


Hi Readers:  I'm trying out a new writing experience.  The below story is inspired by a song, but in no way is a continuation or background to the song.  It's a companion piece.   
My hope is that you read the full story, and then listen to the song that inspired the piece.  I selected a You Tube video that has scrolling lyrics and not the actual video for the song.  I hope you enjoy.

The Event



Her face was wrinkle-less; showing the glow of a woman in her early 30's, a woman not yet creased by time, but also aged to reveal a certain knowledge. Her eyes were a light brown, almost hazel, and still had a spark to them. Oddly enough.

Her long auburn hair was usually put in an Up-Do on special occasions, but the decision had been made to wear it down today. It suited her better. She looked a bit softer and more angelic, for lack of a better word. It flowed in loose waves down her back and chest, curling up perfectly at the ends.

Her makeup was done with the utmost care and scrutiny. This was no day to do a slap-dash job. For such a fair complexioned woman, a soft color palette suited her best. Peaches and blushes were required. Reds and harsh pinks drowned out her natural beauty and made her look harsh and cold. She had always wanted to be able to buy that perfect shade of red lipstick, and her makeup drawer at home still carried at least 20 tubes of varying shades. All of which made her look like Cruella DeVil. Without the charm.

Mascara was applied quickly but effectively. The brush grasping each eyelash, applying a thin coat to define her eyes. Her brows were filled in expertly and a light shimmering brown eyeshadow was applied over each lid. Her face was complimented by the makeup, not overtaken by it. A knowing hand completed the finishing touches. She had always loved getting her makeup done.

Her dress had been chosen for its femininity and sentimentality. It was such an event, that the dress required some thought. While not her favorite by far, it was one that her Mother had bought for her, and had so admired her in. A dress that was chosen for her for this specific occasion.  A lightweight eyelet dress, with an empire waist and light pink sash. She had always felt like she should be wearing pigtails and holding a lollipop when she wore it, but it made her mother happy. It was the perfect dress for this event, as it was neither extravagant nor dowdy. Neither Showy nor plain. It zipped up the back and had faux pearl buttons to hide the zipper.

Adding the finishing touches, she was almost complete. All that was left was to put on her necklace, bracelet and earrings.

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Groups of small circles, consisting of 4-5 people each, stood whispering to each other throughout the room. Like a cocktail party where no one is yet buzzed enough to actually start a conversation with a stranger. People clung to those they knew and eyeballed those they didn't. These things are always so uncomfortable. No one is good at them.

More people arrived and glanced around for a familiar face. Those who couldn't find one took a seat, or walked with purpose out in to the hallway, making an unnecessary call.

She was at the front of the room. Flowers surrounding her - her face a sea of calmness.  Positioned next to the podium and before the crowd. As more and more people arrived, the chairs in front of her were taken up, with the first row reserved for her family and friends.

A brief speech was made by her mother, a retelling of some old jokes with a few uneasy laughs coming from the audience. Then the procession began.

One by one they gathered 'round her. You could hear one after another say, "They really did such a beautiful job. She looks at peace  So young to die."

The satin pillow matched her sash.





Arms of an Angel , by Sarah Mclachlan
 

10 comments:

  1. That was an excellent piece. A really clever ending - I had to go back an read it all over again.

    I loved the history and the memories you gave the young girl, and your descriptive powers have me envious. A terrific job Karie. I'm blown away.

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    1. Thanks so much, Ben. I'm glad you enjoyed it. I wanted a twist ending, but I had to alter it a bit - as my mom (aka my editor) didn't quite get what had happened.

      Thanks as always!
      xo

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  2. I was sure that she was dressing in what her mom had liked her in and that she was the one who was passed away! Such care in picking everything out made me think of a funeral...Awesome twist...Great Job...love it!

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    1. Thanks so much Glendon. I keep heading towards the dark side. haha :)

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  4. So, I was totally picturing Kate Middleton before she got married or something like that. Fantastic twist. This is why I love flash fiction!

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    1. Ahh! That's a different take on it all together! Thanks so much for reading Katie. I'm glad you enjoyed it :)

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  5. That was an excellent ending. Loved it!

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    1. Thanks so much for reading and commenting, Tracie. I'm glad you liked it!

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