What She Wore
Diapers. A bunny onesie and a smile displaying two front teeth. Rain boots. Mud. A vampire cape and fangs. Braces. Itchy gym shorts, a sports bra. Band-Aids, then scabs. Sunscreen and a one-piece swimsuit. Too much purple eye shadow. Finally, a string bikini. That regrettable shag haircut. Handcuffs. A cap and gown, honors regalia. A diaphragm. Hiking boots. An artist’s smock, gouache. Tulle, silk, and a platinum band. A nursing bra. Mom jeans, a sweater. On sunny days, gardening gloves. A chemo port and catheter. A prosthesis and a pink ribbon tattoo. Resignation. Her favorite dress, beneath the cool earth.
Photo Credit: Jabiz Raisdana
Lovely imagery-so much said!
Nice use of accumulative listing. Credits to your publisher
Wonderful. Haunting. Ups. Downs. Everything inbetween.
Beautiful and haunting
It was a little confusing for a moment, but then I figured it out. I love this!
Awesome! A true clasic to be remembered and quoted. A similar impact to the clasic one sentence story, “For Sale baby shoes, never worn.”
This one. This one. Perfectly/gorgeously written.
Wow–thanks, Tony! Happy new year!
Ouch. This is wonderful (and heartbreaking).
Thank you, Sonya!
Wow. Read. Read a second time. Read those last lines again.
A belated thank you! And happy new year.
I found this story so unique! How very clever! Thank you
Thank you so much!
Thank you, Rose! Appreciate your kind words.
What great way to trace the arc of one woman’s life. Love it.
Thanks so much, Rob!