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Flash Fiction Friday 38: Her Reflection Calls Her Tess by Kimberly Gray

08 Jun

Welcome to Flash Fiction Friday and the thirty-eighth piece of flash fiction in this series. This week’s is a 925-worder by poet and article writer Kimberly Gray.

Her reflection calls her Tess

And it was her reflection that she spent most of her time with now. Suppose it had been this way longer than she cared to admit. Just the mirrors changed.

Reflections are funny things. Take a mirror for example, and you’re in its frame. Naked, no make-up, hair pulled back on a short cut shag rug in gray, completing the picture is a rose crystal chandelier, ever so fragile, dangling above your head.

What details strike us? What colors illuminate? How much light do we notice? Are there details in the mirror? What is behind us?

Familiar Routines

Her tiny frame was misleading, even to the two men escorting her from home, and taking her coat once inside her dressing room. With a thorough room sweep, they proceeded politely by closing and locking the overly large double wooden doors upon their exit of her sanctuary.

Tess did decorate her oasis. Demanding she could certainly be, everything she loved in life, the simple things to most of us, was everything she had worked so hard to become. The key to a successful art of applying stage make-up was lighting. Overhead lighting made her washed out and gray. Thus applying correct color to her beautiful face.

She noticed the time, always running late, daydreaming, and losing herself in her world of unforgettable passion that, day-by-day seemingly came true.

Powered her thigh-high, purple boots and began the 6-minute routine of tightly lacing them up.

Yesterdays

Still lying on the floor she calmly pulled out a joint from her robe and lit it. Closed her eyes and took a long drag. It was that first toke that always helped her get through the memories of yesterday. The yesterdays where there was no Tess.

She stood and started pacing as she smoked. Decided to go to the open window, where a brick building with the same window mirrored back. Instantly, three men were popping their heads up one at a time, like peeping toms.

Fools indeed. Surely they need not act this way when, on the net, she can been seen for sale on my stripper pole for $100 bucks. If they only knew a time, she could show her beauty beneath her skin with such modest purity.

A sight of her yesterday appeared in her mind. Visually flashing back in time, not even yet a decade.

15 and alone

It became a post traumatic stress reaction for her to such a degree, Tess never did two things; one, cry and two, never doubt or let anything ruin her dream.

She ended that thought, aching the visual and uneasy memory of her attacker.

She wasn’t Tess then, rather she being immature living with her birth name. However she was not the last one to use it. The chanting of her birth name through the attack… being called a stripper not a dancer.

She wasn’t dumb, but this was all she knew, and took the rough pathway towards everything she wanted.

Who was anyone to judge her fantasy, they spoke her name for the last time. She joined in mourning the true that night. What transpired the next evening changed her life forever.

Curtain Call 1 hour

Never had Tess been remotely late for a curtain call. Passion is passion, and when it bites you, all facets come into play in the most serious of manners.

At 24 she looked like a movie star, felt like one too. Burlesque performing was a level of singing and acting and dancing and wardrobe far beyond anything she had dreamed of. Alone now working as a physical actress of sorts.

Yes him, Michael, in 6 years he never hurt her, always made her feel like a queen and continues to be the only lover she believes will ever have. She loves him, though 20 years her senior, no one ever did things to her, and the way he could.

However he understands and respects Tess for absolutely no form of intimacy or relationship of love. She does not desire it, need it, or want it. He still pleased her beyond any heard fairy tales.

Smokey, rowdy, whiskey drunk perverts started her career in the adult entertainment district. Yet, it was a gentleman who turned out to be Michael she was about to meet.

Years ago, as she routinely did her stage act nude, out of nowhere a man threw his overcoat around her and carried her out of the shady club, the owner with his baseball bat took a swing.

Michael ducked, threw 5K his way, and simply said “that should keep you busy for a good long time. You’re lucky I don’t report you, she’s a mess.”

As she finished her hair she forbid herself to wonder why he saved her life. Wouldn’t ever doubt why she was handed her dream. She smiled in her mirror, thinking of her superhero, her protector, and why she was performing with class, each and every night.

Final encore and she bolted for her safe place with the double doors.

After all these years as Tess, trying to catch her breath, eyes closed and tears streaming for the first time in ten years, she prayed they liked her, god she prayed they were there, spotlights are blinding.

She couldn’t breath and those stupid tears were ruining her make-up, should they come to see her.

There is no IF in her fantasy.

That’s when Tess exhaled and really realized she was her own fantasy all along. She created Tess. As she started to rest, they came………….

Knock, Knock.

Morgen: I asked Kimberly what prompted this piece and she said…to explore the romantic part of me, while mixing it with the down to earth person I am out on those streets, everyday.  Lastly, putting a name and face to adult entertainment, through using the same emotions we all share. Thank you, Kimberly.

Kimberly possesses such a strong desire to reach people.  To reach them in a capacity people will trust she is sincere.  That brought on the donation of time she spends donating much of her writing to charity and the time consuming column of dear addict.

Quite insecure about the quality of her work, she finds it is improving so much over the years the awards were well-deserved.

It is not easy for her and at times, mental illness can take over and not allow her to write.  She always says it is the mental illness that gifts her with the imagination to be able to write.

She certainly is determined and has much fun working hard, regardless of the task.

Still loving being the best pillow fighter, holding the best title for champion, 3 years running now. She can be found at (are you sitting comfortably? :))… Sunnie Day’s feature, Kimberlyslyrics, Smashwords, Prey, Dear addict, lyricsingray, Hubbie, Top 200, 800 days 1st feature, 2nd feature, one of four blogs, SligoBay and bbnix. She can also be reached via email: lyrics@rogers.com.

If you’d like to submit your 1,000-word max. stories for consideration for Flash Fiction Friday take a look here.

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15 responses to “Flash Fiction Friday 38: Her Reflection Calls Her Tess by Kimberly Gray

  1. Mike

    June 8, 2012 at 7:19 pm

    ‘Her Reflection Calls Her Tess’ is a masterful piece of writing. Thanks for posting this Morgan.

     
  2. sunnieday50

    June 8, 2012 at 9:11 pm

    Wonderful in every way..so entertaining..thank you!

     
    • morgenbailey

      June 8, 2012 at 9:22 pm

      Thank you for stopping by. I’ll let Kimberly know you commented.

      Morgen (with an ‘e’) 🙂

       
  3. kimberlyswritings

    June 8, 2012 at 9:28 pm

    Morgen the gift you have is not just strengthening our writing skills, but also celebrating them. As you know writers exhaust themselves in doubt and ‘should have’s’ with very little feedback.

    I want to thank you and everyone for making me feel validated and special today. You give so much and work like I have never seen anyone and you are a gem, to us all. Merci. Thank you for you! mush mush must stop steaming up ha xoxoxoxo

     
    • morgenbailey

      June 8, 2012 at 9:47 pm

      :*) You’re so welcome. Cheered me up just when I needed it – my internet router died yesterday morning and I’ve been running on a dongle the past two days (so am online erratically) so have 240 emails stacking up… none of them spam. Hey ho… just as well it’s raining here in the wet UK. 🙂

       
      • kimberlyswritings

        June 8, 2012 at 10:11 pm

        morgen with an M

        must try to stay dry know why? Could meet a guy who’ll buy you rye, don’y get high, nor will I, me oh my, just stay dry, bye

         
  4. morgenbailey

    June 8, 2012 at 10:21 pm

    Kimberly with no E

    I’m tied to my computer – if my dog won’t go out in the rain (he won’t) we don’t get wet (far less eloquent than you).

    Morgen with no A

     
  5. kimberlyswritings

    June 8, 2012 at 10:27 pm

    Cool magen with an N LMFAO! switch a to an O and add an R
    OBoy!

    ha

     
  6. morgenbailey

    June 8, 2012 at 10:29 pm

    I was called Megan earlier this week so not far off. 🙂

     
  7. kimberlyswritings

    June 8, 2012 at 10:33 pm

    And in one of these comments, I’m laughing and despite your tag with photo, intro to blog, emails and worst of all being writers, why can’t they get your name right? MORGEN BALEY lol

     
  8. Kevin Thomas (@DK_Thomas)

    June 8, 2012 at 11:58 pm

    Hi Morgen, Just a quick note to say I’ve mentioned you in my post about the Versatile Blogger Award. Yours was one of the first blogs I started following when I first ventured into self-publishing and am still grateful for my interview last year. Here’s a link to my post: http://davidkevinthomas.blogspot.co.uk/p/versatile-blogger-award.html
    Thanks,

     
    • morgenbailey

      June 13, 2012 at 11:56 am

      Woo hoo! Thank you so much, Kevin. It would be great to have you back. I’ll email you the latest info. pack. M

       
  9. kimberlyswritings

    August 13, 2012 at 4:42 pm

    Reblogged this on kimberly's writings.

     
  10. bbnix

    August 13, 2012 at 5:48 pm

    There is no end to the magic of Kimberly’s writing….
    Wonderful, I felt a part of Tess’s world…enough so, I imagine being an unwritten extension of it…..

    Thank you, Kimberly..

     
    • morgenbailey

      August 13, 2012 at 6:52 pm

      Thank you, bbnix – I’ll pass your comment on…

       

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