"You remind me of me", she said every time
I wore The Blue Dress.
Looking back on it, her's was a yellow Dress.
It was a feeling she got when she wore her
yellow Dress. That feeling made her heels
Drop in a certain way which changed the
bop in her walk. The city lights Danced on
her body and complemented the yellow
tones in her skin She smiled more when she
wore that Dress and in turn, every stranger
passerby smiled at her when she wore her
yellow Dress.
In fact, looking back, it wasn't a yellow Dress
at all, it was a pair of Dungarees she bought
at a thrift shop long ago.
" You remind me of me", she said every time
I wore The Blue Dress. It was a feeling.
- Warner Bailey
Tuesday, March 27, 2018
The Blue Dress - A short story by Me
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