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TITLE: The Tall and the Short | Previous Challenge Entry
By Ivie Bozeman
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The girl moved, tall, regal and slim as a reed, as she walked down the ramp modeling the stylish designer dress of black silk. Her blonde hair floated with each movement of her long, graceful neck. The blue eyes sparked with the knowledge that she looked good and added grace and charm to the dress.
Another stood behind the curtains watching the girl modeling the dress she had designed and made, slaving over it painstakingly to bring it to this degree of perfection. Did the dress make the model more beautiful or did the tall, golden girl add her charm to the garment making it look good?
Why had God allowed her to be so ugly and the model so beautiful? She was three inches short of five feet, with brown hair, and dark eyes that were neither black nor brown, but somewhere in between. She had no waistline. Her big breasts rested on top of her large stomach with no dividing line between that could be called a waist. She had spent most of her life since the age of sixteen at a sewing machine working to help support her family and make it possible for her siblings to attend school. Through the years, her skills at the machine had been recognized and she was taught to design garments. She had visualized beauty, such as the tall, slender model on the ramp, and designed clothing for them.
In the fitting room one day, the two chanced to meet and compare their skills with one another.
“How fortunate”, said the seamstress to the model, “you were born with so much loveliness? How I envy you. I work in the backrooms of life Nobody calls me beautiful. No man has ever desired me as a wife. I’m just a misshapen vessel of clay, born to be a servant to others.”
“Fear not, my dear” said the model. “I am the one that’s been ‘shortchanged’. People look upon my outer appearance and seek to use me for their own pleasure and gain. In truth, I’m just a hollow reed blowing in the wind. How I envy you with your skills and talents and your solid principles within.”
Both women begin to laugh. “Our lives have been an empty charade” said the blue-eyed girl. I’m the tall tree swaying with the winds of life. You are the roots of the tree, hidden but strong, reaching deep and wide to build a foundation for me. Together, we’ve both achieved.”
The model, with all her beauty and gracefulness embraced the short, rotund lady. Let’s vow not to be empty shadows in life’s charade. Let me call you mother and you may call me daughter. Together, we will be complete.
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The feel of the story changed when they begain conversing. I wonder if the dialouge is a lttle too 'old king James'styled to fit with the rest of the writing style? Just a thought.
good work!
The dialogue was a bit puzzling--if the story is to be read as a parable or an allegory, the language works, but if it's to be read as a bit of realistic fiction, the dialogue is a bit too stilted.
This has an appealing, fable-like quality to it.