There is a red dress that hangs in my closet. I have touched it twice since last June.
Once, putting it atop the “throw away” clothes pile in the laundry room.
Twice, picking it back up when I realized my mother would ask why the top button is ripped off.
Jane Danforth is a high school junior who writes for the purpose of blissful procrastination.
You feel the wind kiss your face, dance in your hair. Your white cotton dress swishes around your feet, tickling you.
Your neck itches. You wish you could reach back to scratch it but your hands are bound. The noose around your neck is too tight.
The hangman is late.
AJ Joseph is a bookaholic, semi-insomniac, unsuccessfully recovering javaholic, but most importantly she’s a writer. She is currently in the process of restructuring her life around her first love: words.
“911, what is your emergency?”
“Screams coming from the house next door. Need police out here quick.”
“Do you know who lives there?”
“No, they just moved in.”
“Do you have an address?”
“No, I’m wearing shorts and a halter top. Is there a dress code for calling the cops?”
Gary Clifton, forty years a cop, has nearly 60 short fiction pieces published or pending with online sites. He has an M.S. from Abilene Christian University.
Lucy is eating her second watermelon slice. I indulge her because her sister, Rachel, is on a playdate and she’s not.
“Lucy, please don’t get watermelon on your dress.”
Slurp. Drip. Drip.
“Lucy, I just said not to get watermelon on your dress!”
“I’m wearing Rachel’s dress.”
Wendy White Lees is a freelance writer and editor. Her two daughters fuel both her creativity and her insomnia.
Cynthia theatrically flung open the wardrobe. “Well?”
After an awkward pause, Greg said, “It’s…”
“I know! Isn’t it?” enthused Cynthia.
Greg paused. He wasn’t actually sure what he had been going to say. “It” was some kind of all-of-the-neons polka-dotted dress thing. “Yes,” he managed at last, “it really is.”
“Have you seen my wallet?”
“No, honey, and stop trying to change the subject. Just tell me… Does this dress make me look fat?”
“I would never tell you a dress made you look fat. You’re beautiful.”
“Aw, that’s so sweet.”
“The other dress makes you look very trim, though.”