Prompt 3 of 30, and I’m offering an alliterative brain-blurt, which was the best I could manage. In fact, I also very nearly managed to finish a short story for this prompt, but as prose is not my metier I ended up bogged down and paralysed. So – bouncing out with a bit of babble was my way to get back on track.
And the ever-game Lisette Auton sent me one for number three as well – I can relate…
I mourn the lost body. I berate the folds and jiggles. Yet when I see a photo from before I think I looked beautiful then. Why can’t I think I look beautiful now?
Big thanks to Bernie McAloon for this snippet.
She considers this from another angle
until thoughts that escape from dresses
are suspended in stockings hanging
from the breast of a mantel.
Plus get a load of this flash-y beaut from Denise Sparrowhawk!
“Oh wow! Vintage! Can I try them?” She watches covertly, as her daughter slides easily into the faded 501s and twirls for effect, hands on slim hips. “Perfect! Can I keep them?”. Without looking her mother nods, pushing away unwelcome thoughts of blue jeans days and the memory of thinner thighs.