I wrote the piece below more than a year ago on the 5th of November 2012. Then I dropped it a draft folder and forgot about it. Now I am posting it because I kind of like it. What do you think of it?
Spoilt for Choice
Imagine Suzy Sphanesteche standing in a warehouse filled with clothing. Women’s clothing only. Racks of clothing stretching in all directions, disappearing in the distance where both the light becomes fuzzy and the horizon curves.
Imagine every item of clothing in the warehouse is in Suzy’s size. And no two items are alike.
Starting on the rack on her left is a baby blue blouse with bows and bubble shaped buttons. Next to it hangs another, almost the same, but with puffed sleeves. Then one with quarter sleeves, long sleeves, no sleeves, split sleeves. Then again with small bows, big bows, navy blue bows and bottle green bows, battleship grey bows and boiled beetroot colored bows.
Behind the baby blue blouse rack is another, in pink. And then another in purple, puce, tangerine, beige, blonde and burgundy.
To her right are skirts. About a mile further slacks start. Somewhere way of in the distance there are jump suits, chain-mail bikinis and earmuffs. And back the other way are gowns and togas, tiaras and at least one gold plated tingling tanga.
Everything Suzy ever could have, would have and wanted to wear, is gathered in this one warehouse.
Imagine Suzy Sphanesteche naked, for now. It is not very hard to do.
There is nothing wrong with Suzy’s body. She is quite normal in size, breast shape and butt sag. There is no sanity threatening flaws to cover up. She does not need to hide, nor will she necessarily look great in a paper bag. Her self-esteem barometer sit on an even keel. Dressing up in the right clothes might in her case make the woman. It most certainly won’t hurt.
The rotten truth is, Suzy is a woman spoilt for choice.
Now, let’s not imagine but take it for real. As if this was non-fiction.
This morning, in this warehouse, spoilt for choice—do you think Suzy is happy?
And how long is it going to take Suzy to get dressed?
This snippet is written as part of the development of a larger work called Tearing up Chocolate—already published as a wonky short story and to be republished soon as something quite different. If you want to give feedback or make comments you can do it here.