“Tracey, would you like to tell me what you see?”
Tracey giggled, shifting on her sit .
“There’s a lady standing in the corner wearing red …”
Gently massaging her palms with her fingers “Tracey, I wasn’t referring to ..”
Tracey carried on “… perfect streamlined shape, long arms, and legs that reach up to her ears. A vision in red.”
Smiling patiently “We both know I wasn’t asking you about the mannequin, I want to know what you see when you look in the mirror?”
“I told you there’s nothing wrong with me.”
“And I agree Tracey, but I would still like to know what you see when you look in the mirror?”
“I see a massive lump of flesh, stumpy arms, legs that barely leave the ground and trust me I don’t look good in red, any shape or shade.”
“What? Aren’t you going to tell me that I’m wrong? That I am beautiful and the world is a crazy place not me?.”
“No, I’m not. How about we paint some still life today? Your sketches are getting so much better each week. Gretchen says you have a creative mind.”
In response to the writing challenge flash fiction for aspiring writers hosted by Priceless Joy click on the link to visit the blog. The photograph is from the lovely Iain Kelly (interesting photo can’t wait to see all the stories it inspires) and the challenge is to write a 100 – 150 words (+/- 25 words) story inspired by it. Do click on the link for other stories.