The Red Dress

Throw a bunch of words in a hat, pull one out, and write a story using that word.

This week’s word: DRAW.


Learn to Draw. Simple as that. It’s what the sign says, and the business card too. The business card from the teacher, from her niece’s birthday, he was there and so calm and so caring, she could see why they liked him. All the way from the Valley, over the hill, thirty minute drive, she could see why they did it, why they liked him, so calm and generous and caring.

And so she is here, in her car, outside his building, Learn to Draw. Ages 5+, paint, sketch, sculpt, all easier said than done.

Especially for her, because five she is not. Not ten, not even twenty, she’s an adult, pushing thirty. This art class for kids and she’s an adult, doesn’t belong. She should go home, turn around, go back to her home. Where she normally goes, where she’s comfortable, after work, all night long. But the traffic is too much, thirty minutes here is ninety minutes home, and how often does she come here, to Santa Monica, to the west side? So pretty and quaint, filled with fun places and lovely times.

No, she’s come all the way here, she’ll make good of her time. Not art class, she’s not five, but there’s more to this life, there’s storefronts and there’s shopping, there’s dresses, purses, boots, belts, hats, accessories, shoes. Yes, there’s plenty to do.

So she goes into Starbucks, perks up with some coffee. Then it’s shopping, store to store, and she’s not here to buy. Just trying things on, how they touch and they feel, how they feel on her body, on her skin, around her curves. Down her back, over her butt, down her legs, to the floor. Over her shoulders, cross her breasts, down her belly and down below. It feels good, it feels grand, it feels pretty and smooth. She feels like a million, so chic and so cute. And you know, she looks good, she looks really good too.

Yes, she likes this dress, she likes it a lot. Fits her snug, fits her perfect, and maybe she will, she’ll treat herself. She wasn’t planning to but wasn’t that the point, why she came here, over the hill and to the art class with the caring teacher who her sister and niece love so much. A treat, something new, something different and pleasurable and exciting and fun. Yes, this red dress, she will buy it, because it is fun.

And with that it is done, it is purchased, it’s time to go home. An expensive night, more than planned, but that doesn’t matter because she feels good and won’t let anything ruin her mood. Her pretty dress, all for her, it’s something she deserves. She works hard in a man’s world, and sometimes you need a pick-me-up, a treat, to pamper yourself. A new dress to feel pretty, to feel special and strong. To get through the day and the week all year long.

Yes, sometimes you just need to treat yourself. Treat yourself and then nothing can go wrong. She’s on her way home now, left the store and to her car. Down the street, to the freeway and as just she guessed, it is stopped, filled with traffic, a long drive home. But she doesn’t mind, turns on the radio, lets the tunes fill her car. And with her dress and her music, she continues forward, continues driving, continues on home.

This story is part of a semi-weekly series based on a writing exercise, The Word.


About Gabriel Bruskoff
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