Weekly Writing Prompt No. 64. Last week, I was flicking through my wardrobe for something to wear and having one of those moments where, despite the plethora of garments, there was absolutely nothing that suited the occasion, when I realised most of my choices were in various shades of blue.
She was once persuaded by her good friend Ann to wear more colour. She was right that it would make her feel different, better even, but shy Sal was not prepared for how adventurous she would feel as a result. Somehow, the new costumes awoke in her a hidden performer; an alt persona of youth and optimism appeared overnight. Her whole personality changed to gaudy bright; she was reborn as Super Sal, the girl of hue and light. Well that was how it felt anyway, for a quick minute or fifteen of fame, as she pushed her trolley lugubriously round to the bread aisle and reached salaciously for the croissants: frou frou pink is so french don't you think?
This made me chuckle when I read it first thing this morning Penny. I can see her clearly, fed up, annoyed, frustrated, feeling unwell but that little tickle of a secret that kept her spirits up.
She was once persuaded by her good friend Ann to wear more colour. She was right that it would make her feel different, better even, but shy Sal was not prepared for how adventurous she would feel as a result. Somehow, the new costumes awoke in her a hidden performer; an alt persona of youth and optimism appeared overnight. Her whole personality changed to gaudy bright; she was reborn as Super Sal, the girl of hue and light. Well that was how it felt anyway, for a quick minute or fifteen of fame, as she pushed her trolley lugubriously round to the bread aisle and reached salaciously for the croissants: frou frou pink is so french don't you think?
Oh yes, it is definitely French Sue. You made me laugh out loud with this one, and the unexpected twist in the tail, was perfect.
She was dealing with her treatment
Every week another lot
8 hours on a drip
Feeling pretty, she was not
She didn’t want attention
So no bright clothes for her
She’d rather not be noticed
It was just what she’d prefer
But she had a little secret
Underneath her drab jeans
Her silk and satin undies
Were bright oranges and greens
Then one time she arrived
Still in jeans and dull blues
But on her feet were just
The shiniest red shoes!
And as she began her recovery
She bought another wig
An attention catching red head
And she didn’t give a fig
The day to ring the bell arrived
The nurses all aghast
As she wore a turquoise outfit
Her true colours back at last
This made me chuckle when I read it first thing this morning Penny. I can see her clearly, fed up, annoyed, frustrated, feeling unwell but that little tickle of a secret that kept her spirits up.
😁
With you all the way when it comes to blue. I've had a similar experience when I look at my clothing and think, what's with all the blue?
Today, I'm mainly wearing black and taupe - I'm going dog walking later so need things that won't show the dirt; but at least it's not blue, hurrah!
And I, of course, am wearing blue today!
:-)