This week’s prompt provided by The Storyteller’s Abode. I absolutely love this picture!
Mother stood against the cabinet, holding onto it for support. She had been having Marie tighten her corset more and more every few weeks; even though she could almost barely stand or breathe. She still looked so regal with the sunlight shining over her from the window. Her face always in a perfect soft smile.
Father and Josephine were still singing. Josephine’s eyes darting up toward me every few seconds, reminding me of my part coming up soon.
But I was keeping my eyes on mother. I wanted to grab her by the shoulders and shake her. Why was she doing this to herself? Why could only I see the pain and suffering in her eyes that she tried so hard to hide? Why won’t father see?
My part in the song came and went. Father stopped playing.
“If you want a husband one day,” mother said, “you need to be perfect in all you do. Perfect in every way.”
Father started playing again, Josephine’s eyes baring into me. I sang my part. Perfectly.
Perfect would make her happy.
( 179 words)
I had food poisoning earlier this week and it kind of ruined any writing plans I had. Will try to be on top of things again from next week.