Nightlife

Little Black Dress

Nightlife

The engine roar of the 1965 mustang shouted through the streets. The sun was bright in the sky as women roamed the streets in their brightly lit dresses and curled hair. There was one woman that stood out. In the colorful gowns, there was a little black dress standing out. She walked the streets with poise and an aura that could attract any man she wished it to, but in a way that's not what she wanted. Every night she went home and turned on the tv, she saw the different marches on civil rights being shown and could even it near her home. Her phone rang, and she answered with a simple hello.

"Anna, where were you today?! I was supposed to meet you at the salon!" Sighing Anna picked at her nails as her sister screamed in her ear. "Leia, I'm sorry I didn't show up. I was busy. I was dealing with some business." "As if! You were out with another man?! So typical of you. I don't even know why you have a home when you can just live in other guys homes." Leia always assumed this was what Anna was doing, but her assumptions were actually correct.

She just needed a break from everything packing in on her. Bills, clothes, food, and friends. She tried to throw these worries away by sleeping with men, but it only made things a bit worse. As it got worse it seemed she liked it even more. Hanging up the phone Anna moved to her room and undressed. She walked over to her mirror and stared at the thin brunette across from her. "Who am I?" Her eyes watered as she thought about whose hands had touched her, every inch and nick of her body. After a few minutes of grabbing a bottle of red wine and filling the tub, she sat  in the bath. Drinking the wine from the bottle, Anna looked at the ceiling and dreadfully awaited the days to come.

The next night she walked towards, 'The Stork Club,' the most prestigious nightclub in Manhattan, holding only the richest and high titled men, that's what Anna gathered. Only bad thing was finding a cab willing to drive 50 minutes from her home and into the beautiful city, But a smile and charming words can get her anywhere. As she arrived in her collard lace black dress she managed to charm her way in, with only her signature smile. Anna looked around at the bright lights , diamond chandeliers and clean wine glasses around. Ignoring the already seen scenery she was trying to find the next man she'd take tonight. "They always pay." She mumbled. They knew what she wanted and willing gave it to her, asking for just one night with her in their bed. Married men always came to her the most, wanting a break from their tight knit wives.

Walking she smiled and looked at who was around her. Dressed up women, dancing and drinking. Men talking about politics, money and even life at home. Picking out the perfect man she walked slowly to him. He noticed her right away. Brown hair, clean shaven and blue eyes to match, perfect. Reaching his hand out to her, she began her usual night full of sex, drugs and a lot of drinking. As Anna woke up she stood up from the bed and looked as the man or as he introduced himself, Robert, snored lazily on the bed, tired from the "adventure" earlier on. Walking into the bathroom and turning the light on, she Looked into the mirror she stared at the big chested body reflected.

For some reason this morning was just the final straw. She was irritated that this is how she was. What happened to college and starting a family?!

She once again thought of how many people had touched her, how many she had touched. She moved on to her, sticky brown locks , holding them she began to move them from her face. She looked for some scissors and began to cut the one thing that everyone wanted to touch and what everyone wanted to pull. Starting the shower to cover the tears falling, she lifted her head and whispered to herself,

"Time for a new start." Anna whispered as she swiped the scissors on her throat.

The Little Black Dress will no longer dance the night. No longer charm her way a taxi and a way in the club. She no longer will have to think of the rejection of he family. She no longer will have to realize how screwed and lost of a cause she is.

Because that morning a Little Black Dress died on a bathroom tile..