A Stolen Moment

DAY 14 of the Flashnano Challenge. Flashnano is a challenge that involves writing 30 stories in 30 days throughout the month of November. A new writing prompt every day. As a reminder, at this stage I don’t edit these it’s simply raw, off the top of my head writing. Later, I’ll go through any that have potential and edit them. Thanks for reading.

FLASHNANO 2018 – 30 Stories in 30 Days

PROMPT 14: Write a story where something is stolen

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This is a random musing as opposed to an actual story, but I’m going with it nonetheless.

The other day I was out shopping and I stopped to do something I always did. Smell the candles. My gosh, is there a simpler joy than that? During the holidays it’s even more bliss filled. Pumpkin Spice. Apple Cinnamon. Christmas Spruce. Vanilla. I always close my eyes for a second because I’m a visual person and I like to not only smell the scent, but see what my mind conjures up when I smell it. So, if you see someone with closed eyes sniffing candles, say hello. Anyway, sometimes the smell conjures up false scenes I’ve never lived but dream about and other times a memory. I tell you all of this because I want you to understand I was having a sweet moment. Life has been tough this year and sweet moments haven’t been plentiful.

Two beautiful, young girls walked up talking, making jokes and laughing loudly. This broke my moment, but didn’t ruin it. Before time stole my youth, I too was a young, trouble free girl. Maybe minus their exquisite beauty, they were lovely. Their laughter was a sweet sound, until it wasn’t.

Another young girl walked up, she was heavier than these two and carried herself in a more self conscious manner that was familiar to me. I’ve never had an abundance of self-confidence. So I recognize when it’s lacking. 

The girls who only moments ago were giggling and just being teens said some catty words about her in loud whispers that I heard so I’m sure she did too. Their laughs suddenly sounded like cackles and they became decidedly less beautiful. Meanness is ugly and always radiates outward. The other girl just walked away, but I knew that brief moment added another scar. A scar she’d wear forever.

I’d like to say at the moment I set those girls straight, but I didn’t. They walked off laughing while I was watching the other girl walk away with slumped shoulders.

This made me think of a quote by Rupi Kaur – “Other women’s bodies are not our battlegrounds”.

Women and young girls need to lift other women up, not tear them down. The odd thing is I’m willing to bet each of those girls look in the mirror and sees imperfection. I don’t know a person who looks in the mirror and says, “I’m perfect” except maybe Julia Roberts because she is. I’ll fight you over this so just agree and move on.

Anyway, this little moment in time bummed me out so I left. As I was heading towards the doors I saw the other girl and we made eye contact and I said hello. She mumbled it back. Don’t talk to strangers – good lesson. Then I said, “You look pretty in green”. I quickly walked away because I didn’t want to be creepy compliment lady, but I also wanted her to hear something nice. I don’t know if it made a difference. I naively hope it did.

Other women’s bodies, and our own too, should never be a battlefield. We’re all beautiful just how God made us. Beauty doesn’t look just one way, it’s like wildflowers – unique and lovely. Just be the lovely wildflower you are and maybe be kind to other wildflowers too. 🌻

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About Jody

Jody is a writer living in Los Angeles. She’s best described as a work in progress - aren’t we all?
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