Retail Therapy

Just a cute little story I decide to write.

Molly Brown had a certain flair for high-class fashion, and she was sure to show it, as she strutted down the aisle of the office hallway into a long anticipated interview. Nerves ran through her fingers and toes, but Molly Brown redirected them into a stunning smile that reached to the distance. This interview had the chance to make or break her future career as a fashionista extraordinaire, and inside Molly Brown started to panic. Failing this interview would ruin Molly Brown. No one would look at her if she were to blow such a crucial opportunity. Failure could not be an option, not when it came to fashion.

 

Rocking a medium length black pencil skirt and white chiffon ruffle top and loose waves, and devil red lips, Molly Brown barged into the office room with an uncertain air of awkwardness, almost tripping over her apple red Jimmy Choos in the process. So far it was not a good start. Molly Brown slowed her pace as she reached the desk, sat down and stared at her interviewer for a few long, torturous moments. Suddenly Molly Brown remembered she had forgotten to introduce herself and so quickly shot up, flashed out her hand and almost yelled her full name, ‘Molly Brown Pinkster’. The interviewer, with the grace of a fattened gazelle, managed to stand, and half-assed a returning handshake, murmuring the name of ‘Mark Bolbo’. He then promptly returned to his office chair, to sort through a clutter of papers strewn over his desk. At hearing the name ‘Bolbo’, Molly Brown snickered, and Mr. Bolbo glared back in contempt. Surely things could not get worse.

 

‘So, uh… Ms. Plinkster, why does working for Sheer magazine interest you?’ Mark Bolbo, who had not seemed to have taken a shower in his life, continue to rifle through the papers on his desk, throwing Molly Brown off. She refused to believe her efforts at picking out just the most perfect interview outfit would go wasted on a man, whose suit had a stain and a third chin that hung as he pressed his face further into his chest whilst fumbling with papers.

 

‘Well, um. I do believe I have a lot to offer. I have lots of experience reading fashion articles. You could say they are my life, and everything I aspire to be.’ Now Molly Brown was in the zone, and ready to impress the awkward Mr. Bolbo. ‘I think Sheer could really use a girl like me on the team.’

 

For the first time, since she barged into the room, Mr. Bolbo stared at her, but not in the reassuring way that Molly Brown hoped for.  As a matter of fact, he began to frown causing a fourth chin to form.

 

‘Ms. Plinkster, do you realize what your interview is for?’  The words struck Molly Brown, as she desperately tried to remember the small advertisement in the local paper, and then realizing she had forgotten to read the even smaller fine print. Panic set in, and Molly Brown fought the fountain of tears trying to force themselves out. Since she was a child, Molly Brown dreamed of the world swarming to know all of her fashion expertise, and now she felt her dream slipping from her grasp.

 

‘Y-y-y-you mean this is not an interview for the fashion column?’ Molly Brown asked, voice quivering.

 

‘This is an interview for the fashion columnists’ assistant, Ms. Plinker,’ Mr. Bolbo sighed. ‘It is important to look into these things before coming in and wasting someone’s time.” Molly Brown could no longer hold it back, and the first tear ran down her cheek and on to her perfectly picked out chiffon top, that she debated for hours about worrying.

 

‘I’m sorry’ Molly Brown managed to whisper, before racing out the door, down the hall, and into the sprawling streets.

 

Pedestrians rushed past her going about their lives, failing to notice that Molly Brown’s had stopped, like a train running off the tracks. She reached her arm up to her face to rub her eyes on her top, no longer caring that she had stained it. Molly Brown dreaded having to show her face among the rest of her high-class fashion friends, afraid that she would become a huge laughing stock. She stood crying in the streets for a good while, before realizing that passerby’s were casting judgmental glares in her directions. She wished to mourn the loss of her golden opportunity in peace, and so began the long trek home.

 

As Molly Brown stepped her first food forward, she looked up and saw off in the distance a shining beacon of wonder from the heavens- a ‘Sale’ sign in the window of Macy’s. And bam, just like that, Molly Brown forgot all her earlier misfortune and began to smile again. After all, a little retail therapy makes everything better.

Reviews

[therisa]

Sadly, I can relate all too well, how retail therapy can temporary ease one's soul, when things are going wrong. Having been there, myself, numerous times, while battling depression and feeling down upon myself. Only wish, the happiness from shopping, would last as long, as the clothes do.

Sigh.

[Rene Salinas]

Dissapointment and insecurities all mixed with the relief obtained by a shopping spree. Normally this woudn't be my sort of thing Angel so as themes goes I am a bit foreign to some of the feelings expressed here. The feeling to a potential life changing event dmonstrated through the interview however I could relate with ease, especially the quasi humorous moment when she is informed that she could be applying for something she did not intend to. I have done it three or four times and pretended I did not know and continued only to exit swiftly without anyone noticing. In fairness some of the adds are misleading so is not so uncommon. So it goes from a moment of intensity and obvious displeasure to a moment of finding something familiar through the world of fashion.
Overall a fluid and well put scene as I said from the beggining contextually I don't have much to say as it is a world I know very little about. But in terms of fluidity and ideas and scene created through your exposition I would have that there is more to come.

I skipped through grammar and punctuation as they seem ever evolving and I am sure in due time you will be editing .

Thankyou for the invite.