Sunday, April 7, 2024

Writing prompt: A seemingly cherished object:

Homemaking in the Dunes

April 8

There are words and hurts not spoken. Sometimes, they are not hidden, and sometimes the person is unaware of the pain. A simple dress 20 years out hung in a closet. It was wanted for Halloween costumes and what not. Theresea would say no and leave it hanging in the closet. On the surface, it might have seemed to be a monument to the slim, fit body it used to. The body that was starved and shaped with step aerobics. It was not about the vanity of a loss body, the hope to fit into it again. No, the truth was deeper and more tender. It was connected to a loss of a love. The loss of a concept of family. The loss of feminine pride and power. When a woman is poor and wronged, she doesn't have the strength to say how dare you? All she has is her beauty. Only to find that the beauty wasn't enough. Oh, it had been enough to conceive a child. There were veiled promises made until they disappeared. What was the story of a teal mermaid dress? It was to be a wedding dress. A wedding that was not to be.