The Backless dress
Every time I wear a backless dress I am reminded of Poe darling — Edgar Allen, that is.
I was putting one on yesterday to head out to dinner in the woods when I felt the cold tips of someone’s fingers resting on my back, moving down and skimming my spine.
I turned around to find a pale face and that dark, wispy moustache.
“What brings you here Mr Poe?”
“This dress Madeliene Rose, you are asking for the chills.”
You are the only man I know who will be weary of a young girl crossing the road alone in the twilight or at the sight of a backless dress.”
“Ah, Mr Poe, you and your ideas. Teeth are not just teeth for you and a cat is not just a cat, aren’t they? You are the only man I know who will be weary of a young girl crossing the road alone in the twilight or at the sight of a backless dress.”
“Forgive me, it is the way I see the world.”
“I know, and thank you for doing so, but this here is just a dress and a good one too. Now that you are here darling, come join me for dinner with Proust, hmm?”
“Oh, you have never met him, have you? Oh darling, come, I think you are going to like him!”
Story credit: Image credit and the dress via BySun.