A Flash of Jazz - The Pretender


 Sara stood in the kitchen, swirling her second glass of cheap red wine in her hand. She wanted to leave the party for places unknown but knew that such an act was damn near impossible. Her husband, Peter, was the host and she, dressed like a modern version of Audrey Hepburn, had to be the smiling sidekick to the gracious hero. No cape required. She looked into her glass, at the blood-red wine that wanted to hypnotize her, make her feel comfortable with her role. She was Peter's wife, the creative one, the one who supported him in his destiny of becoming an attorney. She supported him completely. Sara took a long sip of her wine, then set the glass on the counter when she heard someone drunkenly giggling in the living room. She knew that Peter had probably told a joke; in fact, the same tired joke regarding his boss at the firm. Something regarding a chicken and 'hold my beer'. Sara turned to face the window that looked out to the city beyond. She longed for a cigarette, banned from the house seven years ago. Those days of not giving a damn were over for her. Those days when she used to dye her hair deep blue, wear all black clothing, and dance at Club Dread on Saturday nights until the sun started to rise in the sky. Sara returned to staring at the door that she knew she would have to open to return to the party. For a fleeting moment, she felt her chest tighten, causing her to laugh nervously, only to stop when she looked at her slender dark brown arms. She watched with detachment as her arms slowly changed colour to a dirty beige. She looked at the window again and noticed that even her face had turned to that strange colour. When the transformation was complete, Sara finished off her wine, knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that she had become what she'd always feared. She had become the wall. 


Inspiring music - Finding Seagulls by Little North (I LOVE this jazz trio!)



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