The objective is to write a 100-word story based on the photo prompt. All are welcome to participate. My story follows.
The slip hung in her mother’s closet in the corner behind her work clothes. Serena never saw her mother wear it, but detected the scent of her lilac perfume. Threading her arms into familiar straps, silk brushed against her face as mountains of fabric cascaded around her.
Its delicate sheerness on her skin transported her into the land of grownups; the unmentionables, discretion, assumptions, and that look across the table at dinner. She tried it on for size in the mirror.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
Still, the slip would be in the same spot. Waiting.
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