Jackie's Red Dress
Sometimes you have to pull a geographical before losing all the light.
Jack Davenport sat under a bare flickering bulb. The only sound in the dingy one-room apartment rattled like a firefly in a glass cage.
He'd been considering changing his name, escaping the clutches of the past: a man named “Jack”. But she knew the papers would trail after her forever if she filed them. Jackie wouldn’t just sit here, burning out.
Grabbing the suitcase, Jackie packed the good blue suit and the red dress.
A midnight bus waited at the station. Jackie boarded, leaving behind the old name. Taking the firefly’s light with her before it was too late.
About the Creator
P. M. Starr
I love reading and writing for pleasure, comfort, and creating introvert sanctuaries.
Top-tier contender for all-time favorite book: Lizard Music by D. Manus Pinkwater
Early influences: Judy Blume, Ray Bradbury, (real) V. C. Andrews
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