A Quiet Courage – The Black Dress
Late at night, when courage comes easier behind a screen, a long, soft dress from the sales goes in the basket.
I ordered the dress on a whim, late at night, when courage comes easier behind a screen.
It was long and soft-looking, the kind of dress that moved even in still photographs, the fabric pooling at the model’s feet like water. Black with the prettiest all-over print. It had been reduced in the Christmas sales, almost hidden between practical items and end-of-season leftovers and other unappealing garments, as if it didn’t quite belong there. I told myself I was being sensible. It was a bargain. A lovely fabric. Something “just to have.” The usual quiet negotiations to add to the hidden treasure trove.