Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting the Friday Fictioneers, a group of writers who gather to compose a 100-word story based on a photo prompt. This week’s photo was brought to us by Sandra Crook. Sandra, thanks for the inspiration.
When I look at a sewing machine, I think of costumes. My story is a tribute to all the costume makers out there. They work hard and, of course, there’s always drama!
A Day in the Life of a Ballet Seamstress
Reza didn’t look up as she pumped the foot plate of her sewing machine.
Marilyn entered with a notebook pressed to her chest, “Alain wants the birds blue, not green, and not so shiny.”
“So, we’ll throw some powder on them,” Reza said, and then squinted at her.
In the corner, a sea of tulle swallowed Liliana’s tiny frame. Her tutu hung on her like a potato sack. “What happened to my costume!”
“Again! Just eat already,” Reza said.
Liliana erupted, her body shaking with tears, and dropped her head on Reza’s shoulder.
“There, there. Of course, I’ll fix it.”
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