The Corset Short Story

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The Corset

Maia Kurr

The day was bright and sunny for the first time in months, and the sky was such a vibrant shade of blue that it could nearly have been mistaken for the feathers of a blue jay. The Monroe sisters sat on an off-white park bench beneath the shadow of the rustling leaves, savoring the rare shade and observing the songbirds that performed seemingly endless melodies for any passersby. The bench needed a new coat of paint, but the park was otherwise pristine and well-kept. The sisters wore large hats and long dresses, despite the warm weather. Their corsets were too tight and their petticoats too thick, but neither one complained. They were accustomed to the stifling, cage-like outfits. They sat up straight on the bench, fanning …show more content…

I wouldn’t be surprised if she was a confused old hag who wandered into a stack of money one day and thought to spend it any way she please.”

“I should hardly think that scenario possible.”

“I should hardly think anyone would have such little decency-”

The older sister’s sentence came to a grinding halt as the woman herself wandered by, adoring gazes from enchanted children and scornful glances from ladies that could afford to bathe in liquid gold following her all they while. Even the birds and wind quieted their songs to watch her whirling journey. Lady Bingham just twirled around, seemingly unaware of the attention she commanded, her skirts flying like exotic birds from one of her many vacations. It was all but a moment before she had passed the small bench, flying along the grass as if she was one of those exotic birds herself.

“I heard she used to be normal, you know.” the older sister resumed their earlier conversation, no longer constrained by manners.

“How so?”

“She wore proper clothing and didn’t visit slums to hand out money. She socialized with people worthy of her status. She did things like an upper class woman should.”

“Perhaps she grew tired of corsets and ball …show more content…

How lovely the park was to be in. Her corset didn’t feel quite so tight when she was surrounded by trees and bright green grass. Perhaps it was not as respectable as a dress shop, but how lovely to be underneath a blue sky dotted with clouds rather than paint and wallpaper and the stink of perfume. How natural and pleasant was the smell of a park. The willowy trees and bright flowers emanated tranquility. Everything was free here, unrestrained by any sort of modern civilization. A bee did not have any petticoats to wear. A flower was not strangled with corsets.

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