Thursday, April 26, 2012

V for Vulnerable was not the first word : atozchallenge fiction

Today's word prompt (at the begining of the story below) comes from Jaye Robin Brown and I've matched it with a photo prompt courtesy Michelle Wallace.
Vulnerable was not the first word that came to mind when you saw Blythe.

Her pinched waist, her plump breasts, her long legs, her short clothes, her straight blonde hair, and last but not the least, her vacant eyes, might remind you of Barbie. And you would be right. 

That is all Blythe had dreamt of, all her life, since she was six and watched her mother take more care of her Barbie dolls than of her breakfast, bedtime and all the times in between. Blythe wanted to be Barbie.

They sent her mother away, because Dad said she was sick. She and Dad visited mother on Sundays in different white rooms that smelt of soap, cough medicine, and fear. Surrounded by white walls, white sheets and white flowers, mother seemed a little more wrinkled each time, afraid to touch anything other than the Barbies she lived with.

But all that would change today. 

After two years away from mother, spent in hospital rooms and clinics that looked much like her mother's prison; hours, weeks, months spent recovering from cuts, sores, nips, tucks, pulls, agonies, implants, Blythe now hoped mother would look at her. Really look, and smile. She might even give Blythe a hug, or comb her meticulously ironed hair. Or kiss her porcelain-white cheek.

Blythe walked past the swinging glass doors of the facility that had housed her mother for more than twenty years, and into the lobby restroom. She gave herself a once over in the bathroom mirror. Her large, blue, unseeing eyes stared back at her. She moved up her skinny arm to pat her hair, and wondered what would happen if her arms came off, or her legs. 

Worse still, what if mother found out they wouldn't come off? And that she had nipples, and a dark, soft cave between her legs? That she really wasn't Barbie, after all, but faltering, imperfect Blythe?

No. She would be quiet, and stay out of mother's reach. That way, mother would grin, call out to the life-sized Barbie doll. Blythe's dream would come true. She gave herself a stiff smile in the mirror, and walked to her mother's room, hips swaying, in determined steps.

A to Z Stories of Life and Death
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  1. Hi, visiting via the a to Z challenge.
    you might be interested in this:
    not such an unreal story after all?
    thanks for sharing

  2. The lengths some people go to for attention.

  3. what a creative bittersweet post!

  4. Eerie and so very sad...but very well written.

  5. Just saw a wannabe Barbie on the news the other night, this puts a whole new spin on it, very imaginative.

  6. Hi Damyantie, your posts are always very well written and I enjoy my visits here!
    Duncan In Kuantan

  7. What a great story and actually a sad reality.

  8. This is a great match between the picture and prompt... vulnerable definitely fits...
    Great job!

  9. Thanks for your comments folks--- and I'm surprised at the different interpretations this one has brought :)

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  11. I witnessed a similar situation and wrote a story for my blog (A daughter's forgiveness).



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