"Each step she took was like walking against a magnetic pull."
A Soliloquy
Part I
"Exhausted from a long day at work, she knew her night was not over. She made plans to attend a gala with a friend. Although every ounce of her being wanted to be soaking in a warm bath, she knew she could not break her promise. Her assistant picked up her dress from the tailor at her request and hung it in her office. She sat there staring at the dress contemplating on the night. There it was. A long black, backless halter dress. It had a slim fit which would exemplify her silhouette. As she walked in the dress her hips swayed with an allure which captivated all viewers.
Socializing was not her forte, she liked to sit off on her own away from others, but she knew there was no escaping. Her beauty combined with her intellect made her appear as a flame for all the moths to cling to her. Despite her many attempts to walk away, she would be trapped. At the last gala she attended, she received countless business cards, numerous invites, and about eight marriage proposals.
Though she never actually agreed to attend the gala, she knew that she was expected to be there. Her best friend wanted her to come out of her shell and absorb the attention, but the idea of it made her feel like an exhibit piece. She was not treated as a person, but rather as an auction piece to be purchased by the highest bidder. No one cared that she was Managing Partner at Comber, Schmidt, and Watts, a prestigious law firm in NYC.
She argued within herself if she would allow herself to go through the torture of the evening. Just as she was beginning to change her mind, her phone rang. Her best friend, Krista was calling to ensure that she was coming and not backing out. There was no way out. She called to have a town car arrive at 7:00 PM as she prepared herself for the event. Each step she took was like walking against a magnetic pull. Her body fought her ever move, but she powered through to make it to the elevator."
Socializing was not her forte, she liked to sit off on her own away from others, but she knew there was no escaping. Her beauty combined with her intellect made her appear as a flame for all the moths to cling to her. Despite her many attempts to walk away, she would be trapped. At the last gala she attended, she received countless business cards, numerous invites, and about eight marriage proposals.
Though she never actually agreed to attend the gala, she knew that she was expected to be there. Her best friend wanted her to come out of her shell and absorb the attention, but the idea of it made her feel like an exhibit piece. She was not treated as a person, but rather as an auction piece to be purchased by the highest bidder. No one cared that she was Managing Partner at Comber, Schmidt, and Watts, a prestigious law firm in NYC.
She argued within herself if she would allow herself to go through the torture of the evening. Just as she was beginning to change her mind, her phone rang. Her best friend, Krista was calling to ensure that she was coming and not backing out. There was no way out. She called to have a town car arrive at 7:00 PM as she prepared herself for the event. Each step she took was like walking against a magnetic pull. Her body fought her ever move, but she powered through to make it to the elevator."
Author Notes
I began writing this late one night when I was having trouble sleeping. I came to my computer with nothing. No concept, no character, no story line, and just began writing.
I decided to title it "A Soliloquy" because that is what was in my head. It was a long drawn out thought that turned into the start of a new story.
I decided to title it "A Soliloquy" because that is what was in my head. It was a long drawn out thought that turned into the start of a new story.