Morning all and I hope you are braced for a good day. I competing the last little bits I need for a book release that I am thrilled about (details soon) and am more than ready to get a move on. So on with the morning prompt.
Interesting. I think this can be stretched out a bit to add more detail and to show more of the family dynamic, but one I figure out what calamity will strike, it could be interesting.
Thursday, July 18th: The seams were stretched.
The seams were stretched. I frowned and held the garment up to the light. I purchased it with the intention of wearing it to the celebration dinner last month. The dinner was cancelled as it turned out there wasn’t much to celebrate. The dress remained in the closet. I hadn’t yet had a chance to wear it.
‘And the seams certainly weren’t stretched when I put it into the closet,’ I thought. In addition the tags had still been on it. They were now conspicuously absent. I sucked in a breath, knowing what happened. Knowing there was nothing I could do about it.
Jenna had been in my closet again. No matter how many times I told her to stay out, she insisted on treating my things ass her own. It wasn’t just the clothing, it was pretty much everything that was mind. As Jenna and I weren’t the same size I hadn’t anticipated her borrowing the dress. The looser clothing I was used to her appropriating, but the dress was form fitting and my form was several sizes smaller than hers. I thought it was safe.
‘Apparently I was wrong,’ I thought. Looking at the pulled seams I knew there was no way I could wear it now. The dress simply wouldn’t look right. I hung it back on the bar in the closet and closed the door. There was no use in complaining. Nothing would be done about it.
‘Just a few more days,’ I thought. When I graduated from college life and a really good job took me elsewhere. While I missed some of my family, my step-mother and her two daughters, Jenna and Joscelyn weren’t on that list. Recently a job offer brought me back. I found an apartment but there was a delay and my father offered to let me stay here until the apartment was ready.
It had been nice to reconnect with some of the people I hadn’t seen in a while, but other things were growing tiresome. Thus far more than a third of my wardrobe had been ruined and was in need of replacement. I was certain at least three pairs of shoes were now residing in Josceline’s closet as she wore the same shoe size as I did. I had taken to keeping my daily makeup in a travel makeup bag just so it didn’t walk off and at the moment my skincare was hiding in a bag tucked behind the books on the shelf.
Finally getting back to my own place would be a relief in more ways than one. My phone rang, startling me from my thoughts. I pulled out the phone and saw it was the apartment building. ‘Please don’t be a delay,’ I thought.
I answered, nervous butterflies in my belly. “Hello?”
“Ms. Adams?”
“Speaking.”
“This is Calvin from the Westwood Apartments. I just wanted to let you know we finished earlier than expected. I know you were expecting to move in this weekend, but we can get you in any time.”
“Really, that would be wonderful, how soon can I get the keys?”
“Right now if you’d like.”
“I will be right over,” I told him.
He laughed. “The office is open until six,” he told me. “See you soon.”
Ten til Midnight 