Juste une fable n° 25

 

 dreamscapes (betrayals) n° 11

 

 


Mary Shaw

17/05/2014

  

wedding dresses, i assure you. at least four were being tried on, while some little child was doing cartwheels in the background.

i believe the bride-to-be was angie, and i’m not sure i was on board with that. but i was certainly willing and wanting to be there while she was trying dresses on.

the first was the one i preferred. it was small, close-fitting and delicate,

like angie,

with some, though not too much, lace.

the second was more boxy and a two-piece.

the third had too many v-shapes and was vying to be avant-garde,

and the fourth?

was even worse. i couldn’t believe angie was considering this one,

a warmish beige.

it’s not that i don’t like beige. i even like that color when it deepens. i used to have a tan slip that angie adored when she was 6 and adopted as her own nightgown.

she looked like a total princess in that slip with her light-cream skin, forest eyes, and copper helmet.

but that color for a wedding dress?

come on.

  


 Mary Shaw est professeure de littérature française des dix-neuvième et vingtième siècles à l'Université de Rutgers (New Jersey).  Outre ses travaux universitaires, elle a publié deux livres pour enfants ainsi qu'un recueil de poésie intitulé Album Without Pictures (Halifax, N. S., Editions VVV, 2008).  

 

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