Life, Second Hand

PHOTO PROMPT © John Nixon

They say many have a special place that is all important.  They become part of it and it becomes part of them.

Others have an attachment to a defining thing, or even an idea.

I have been thinking about my life and wondering. What else can I do with the time?

I can remember sitting in Mother’s lap as she told me how pretty I will someday be in my wedding dress. She never called me pretty.

Perhaps I was more fixated on the dress than the man.

That same dress I was wearing as my new husband murdered me.

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word count = 100

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo by @ John Nixon. If you want to join or see other stories, go to the inlinkz linkup.

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I have been away from Friday Fictioneers for a few weeks. I am hoping I will have time this week to read other posts…

54 thoughts on “Life, Second Hand

    1. trentpmcd Post author

      Yes, very sad. Some people get fixated on the trappings of life instead of the things that are important. Usually it doesn’t end quite this bad, but perhaps if she was more interested in finding a life partner than a groom…

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      1. Inside the Mind of Isadora

        I just saw a newspaper article on a strangulation of a young woman (18) by her boyfriend (19). It’s a horriffic death and gruesome. Now, I’ll wonder when I see something at a thrift shop if it has a horrifying history. You did capture the chilling feeling. Have a good Sunday … Isadora 😎

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        1. trentpmcd Post author

          It could be. I do know that the 100 word format really needs those plot twists and last-line-zingers more than a longer story. Not a 100% neccisity, but is the easiest way to add interest.

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    1. trentpmcd Post author

      No, you need to go into that life-long commitment for exactly the right reasons with eyes wide open. Most of the time that “death do us part” part doesn’t happen quite so soon, but… The poor bride is a sad case.

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      1. Andrea Robinson-Decorating Pumpkins Differently

        Makes me wonder if she had better self esteem as a child if she would have chosen a different husband. Nice twist. I didn’t see it coming.

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        1. trentpmcd Post author

          That was part of what I was trying to squeeze into those 100 words – she had low self esteem yet some how had the idea that being a bride would make things better, so she got married to the wrong person for the wrong reason… Thanks.

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  1. pennygadd51

    There’s definitely something special about a wedding dress. As an organist, I’ve been to hundreds of weddings, and I can’t remember one where the bride didn’t look radiantly beautiful (ahem – the same cannot be said of the men, alas). But how sad that her mother never called her pretty. Then again, should women be defined by their looks? Emphatically not!
    Now look what you’ve done, Trent. Got me all fired up and on my soapbox! Good story with many layers.

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    1. trentpmcd Post author

      Nobody should be defined by their looks, but there is something special about a bride… and this poor woman will always be that bride, haunting her old dress forever. I think (in my fictional universe) it/she has been in the window of that second hand store for years, perhaps decades, with no buyers.

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  2. Array

    Dear Trent,
    Oooh. A voice from beyond the grave. Kind of sad that her mother never told her she was pretty. Good one. Lots of story between the lines.
    Shalom,
    Rochelle

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