Happy retirement to our busy leader Rochelle – more time for writing now… Thanks for the photo this week go to Ted Strutz
Copyright Ted Strutz
Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
No Free Ride
In the small, shabby dressing room, Louise tries to pull up the straps of the outfit her mother has made for her debut.
‘Louise, quit messing with your dress. Hold your head up, smile sweetie.’
‘It’s hard to smile mama, please don’t make me do this.’
‘Baby don’t be so selfish, your sister and I have supported you, now it’s your turn. There’s no such thing as a free ride in this world sweetie. God’s given you a beautiful face and a great body; get out there and show ‘em what you’ve got.’
Terrified, Louise steps into the spotlight …
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My heart went out to her. Nicely done Dee.
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Thanks Sandra, mine too. I think mama Rose was the original Pushy Mother!
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Everybody has a body. Nudity is such an emotive yet empty subject. We’re all naked underneath.
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Quite profound Mick…From what I’ve read, hers wasn’t a very nice life at this time
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How sad for Louise and worse that her mother is making her do it.
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Yes I think it must have been. Thank you Joy
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probably exactly what happened. Interesting story at the limnk.
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Thanks Patrick
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Poor girl! Carnival life is a rough one. Good story, Dee!
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Thank you Erin. To have such a pushy mother must have been hell
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Oh, there’s nothing worse than pushy mothers.. It took while for the witch to die…
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Certainly did, thanks Bjorn
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Poor Louise – Pageant Mothers are a menace to thei daughters and to society.
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How true! Thanks for reading Liz
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You put much her lifestory down in a few well-chosen words, great story. And thanks for the link, that was one interesting and talented woman.
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Thank you, pleased you liked the story and the link 😀
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Dee, you’ve captured this terribly sad scene so well. For one brief second, I thought this was a sweet story, and then you pulled me all the way in… wonderfully written.
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Thank you Dawn. She had a sad beginning I think, but pulled through in her own way 😀
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Dee, did you see the link to you I put in my story this week. A big thank you for the support! 🙂
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Dawn – I haven’t done my FF reading yet, so have not seen it. A huge thank you for thinking of me; it is a pleasure to follow you, you are such an entertaining and interesting lady:)
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Thanks Dee. No problem, I just wanted you to know that I was grateful for your support. 🙂
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Ugh. The worst kind of mother. I suffered so you must too….
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I agree, she was pretty horrible. Thanks for reading Dale.
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Pushed into fear based experiences are not easy to overcome as life goes on. Finding comfort zones is a life long mission, and finding a basis to support others, our own children and loved ones most importantly, is a grand challenge of sorts, too.
Randy
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Thank you Randy. I think you said it all. 🙂
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Dee,
You did a great job painting this scene. I could feel the angst in the poor girl’s heart.
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Thanks Russ, I appreciate your comments 😀
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This reminds me of the song by Reba McEntire, Fancy.
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Thank you Dawn, sorry to be late in replying to you 😦
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