The great dress


I set a crystal bowl of water on the burnished wooden floorboards. A glimmering candle floated on top casting curious patterns on the floor. Kneeling down on the floor, I prepared myself to go into a meditative trance. I heard it before I saw it. The sound of the ocean slowly turning into the trampling of cloven hooves. The water horse rose up from the depths, rigid muscles forming out of bubbling sea foam. The spray of saltwater grazed its dark blue mane, as the wind rose to set it into waves.


I woke up to the sound of a catcall outside my window. Groggily, I rubbed my eyes and  stumbled out of bed. Sunlight filtered into the room. 

Could it be morning already?

I made my way to the window and pushed the glass open to be rewarded with a blast of cool morning air. Sleepily, I looked out of the window to see a man tending the daisies in the garden. He noticed me peering out of the window and waved. I smiled back at the gardener.


It had been ages since Marcella had let us all go exploring for a dress. I was tired. I wouldn't wear any of these dresses, and I couldn't find a single shop that would make dresses appropriate for a whimsical teenage witch. I walked down the street until I came to the fountain. Young couples sat on the edge, chattering and I felt a pang of jealousy as I sat alone, letting drops of water hit the back of my black shirt.

"Well miss, you look tired"

I whipped my head to the left to see Callum standing there, grinning. 

I shrugged, "I'm out shopping for a dress. I couldn't find anything an old-school girl like me would wear."

Callum chuckled, bending to sit beside me. 

"By the way, I'm Callum," he said, "We never actually got the chance to meet.

He extended a hand, and I reached out and shook it.

"Madelyn." I said. 

"Nice name," he replied.

I smiled and looked away. Something was tugging at the back of my mind. His deep voice? His blue  eyes? 

"Listen," his voice broke into my thoughts. " I know this little store a few blocks from here. I think you'll like it ."


The boutique Callum took me to was a posh little place with mirrors, glass panels, sophisticated beige interiors, and the faint smell of lavender.

A trim woman greeted us as we pushed open the glass door to step into the warm store. She had a yellow measuring tape looped around her arm and a brown clipboard was wedged in the crook of her elbow.

"New suit?" she asked Callum perkily.

"No. Uh, actually, my friend here would like to buy a dress for an event," Callum replied, gesturing towards me.

The woman smiled,reaching out with her hand to steer me towards a rack with colorful fabric on pearl-white hangers.I peeked over behind my shoulder to see that Callum was seated comfortably on a big white sofa flipping through a magazine. The lady drew my attention back to the task at hand by lightly tapping my shoulder and holding up a knee length red dress with sequins. I made a face and the woman laughed.

Thirty minutes later, I had still not found a dress which I would actually wear. I saw the woman getting impatient and tapping her foot lightly on the ground. The store had nothing else to offer. Disappointed, I walked back to Callum when I something caught my eye. The door of the storeroom was slightly ajar, and I could see that the room was stacked with cardboard boxes.

However, that was not what caught my eye.

I pushed the door open, and walked in despite the woman calling out behind me that I was walking into a place full of last season's clothes. I dropped to a crouch and teased something soft out of one of the boxes. 

It was a beautiful dress. A floor length strapless dress.It was a deep violet and made of a soft, light cloth with cascaded down in gently to form a flared skirt. There was a silver belt around the waist. I loved it.

Carrying it out, I gave it to the woman who shrugged and took it to the counter. 

Finally, I had found a dress.

The End

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