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Fiction Friday! Now that The Red Dress Club was fabulous enough to create a day just for memoir writing, I am committing myself to writing fiction for the Friday prompts. This weeks prompt was:

Write a piece – 600 word limit – about finding a forgotten item of clothing in the back of a drawer or closet. Let us know how the item was found, what it is, and why it’s so meaningful to you or your character.

As always, all concrit is welcome and helpful. And for those who are fans, Sam and Ben are back.

As Ben pulls up to the glass and cedar house he immediately checks the clock on the dashboard because Sam isn’t standing out front. Sam is always on time. Always.

“It’s the height of rudeness to be late,” she’ll mutter if they are running even 2 minutes behind schedule. Ben sits in the car contemplating his choices.  Heaving a sigh, he unfolds himself from the car that Sam calls the green bean and knocks on the door. No one answers and his hand hovers for a split second before grasping the doorknob that is cool to his touch.

“Hello? Sam? Sam, we’re going to be late. ”

He gets no response but he can hear a strange mixture of rustling and thumping from her room. He heads up the hardwood stairs and down the beige carpeted hallway.  Through the slightly ajar door he hears her say, “And everyone says that monsters don’t live in closets.”

As Ben enters the room all he can see of Sam are the lower half of her legs and that her left sock is dirty on the bottom. How she constantly gets only one sock dirty remains a mystery.

“Goddamn it! Seriously? The one day I need a little luck and you disappear. This. Is. Bullshit.”

“What’s going on?” asks Ben. She starts and springs off the closet floor.

“Christ, Ben! You scared me.” She is flushed, frantic and pink in the cheeks, her hair is sticking up in all the wrong places.

‘She’s beautiful even when she’s a mess,’ thinks Ben.

“I can’t find it,” Sam complains.

“Find what?” Ben asks.

“My black dress. I need it. I really need it.”

“For the meeting?”

“Everything feels like it goes right when I wear it.”

“I don’t think she’s going to turn down your application for early graduation if you aren’t…” The withering look from Sam is enough for Ben to snap his jaw shut. “How about you go finish getting ready and I’ll look for your dress?”

She narrows her eyes at him and then huffs, “Fine,” as she leaves the room.

Ben turns to the closet that uncharacteristically looks like a clothes bomb went off and methodically searches the hangers, small dresser, and floor finding nothing. For reasons he can’t quite explain he is now starting to feel panicked as well. He hears her turn off the shower, and now has mere moments to find the dress. Quickly, he searches again, still nothing.

‘She’s going to have a full meltdown,’ he thinks.

Hiding behind a gray coat he sees a white vintage nylon dress, that is covered in different sizes of orange and purple stemmed daisies and belted with a black sash. He takes it gently off the hanger. The dress is a little more girly then what Sam usually wears. As she steps into the room still slightly damp he turns to her holding the not black dress.

“Where did you find that?” She reaches slowly for the dress but instead of pulling it over her head she buries her face in it. Ben can see her shoulders shaking slightly. He reaches for her, she fits perfectly under his chin.

“It was my Mom’s.” He hugs her tightly.

“It smelled like her for a long time, I used to drape it over me, pretending she was still here. Silly, I know.”

“Not silly,” Ben murmurs into her freshly washed hair.

Over her head he sees hanging on the back of her bedroom door one ironed black magic dress. Magic he knows Sam is going to need today.