Friday, March 13, 2015

The Dress - Haidji - Short Story


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Excerpt


The Dress


The finest ivory mulberry silk, made by a process the Chinese developed thousands of years ago.
The most beautiful gold lace…Venetian gold lace, of course.
People dancing in a masquerade ball staring at her, as would their eyes be speaking to her…
Mulberry silk, Venetian gold lace…Mulberry silk, Venetian gold lace…Mulberry silk, Venetian gold lace…
Venetian gold lace…silk…Venetian gold lace…
Andrea Bettencourt woke up.

The Dress!!!  She knew how to make it.
Drinking her first morning coffee made on her new Red Bialetti Moka.
Italian coffee, of course, one of the few treasures in her daily life; feeling the sun shining from outside, Andrea started to work on her newest idea.

The night and the stars inspired her creation, a dress that being inspired by the night, should not be blue and black, but white and gold.
Gold like the stars and white like the light of dreams while the blue of the sky and the darkness of the night makes us dream about things.

She had the lace already.  From her last trip to Venice, her best friend Samantha brought her some gold lace.
“Mulberry silk, where to find it?” thought Andrea as she was searching for it online.
“It is very expensive!”
Andrea used all her savings to buy white mulberry silk.

With a Savings-less bank account, inside of a food-less atelier, she started to work on her newest project.

It wasn’t that she couldn’t afford much of anything; it was that she couldn’t afford anything but to work on her dreams.


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A few days later Samantha stopped by and brought her some fruits and sandwiches.
“Hi, starving artist, how is it going?”
“I think it is great!  This is the best idea I ever had.  Would you like to see it tomorrow?  I want to work more on it before showing it to you.”
“Of course!  I’m sure it looks fantastic!”

Andrea’s atelier was small and had only one vitrine that she used to expose her newest creation.
The last dress was sold awhile ago and the space was empty, decorated with drawings of her old and new ideas and some lose pieces like a blouse and a skirt hanging on a wire, as would they be drying, things she made once, years ago. 
Samantha was her friend.  Her best friend.  The one that believed in her ideas.  The one that could cheer her up when she was down.
The one that was always there for her.  The one she was always there for too, hearing her stressful work being a businesswoman in a male world.
They could spend all night speaking, if they wouldn’t be both so busy working and needy for sleep hours.
“Come back tomorrow and I can show it to you,” said Andrea.
“Good, I will let you work now.
If you need something, just tell.”
“Bye.”
“Bye.”


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