Wednesday, February 1, 2012

The Seven Year Itch

Joe always hated his name. That is, until he found out that his beloved Marilyn had been married to Joe DiMaggio–imagine that, married to a "Joe;" she must have loved him, he thought. " Joe, Joe, Joe" she would have said, and through time, those words drifted over to him, resonated in his mind and became her words to him.

It was the white dress that did it. When he saw the movie, "The Seven Year Itch," and saw her standing over the transom, her hands holding down the white, accordion-pleated dress, as the skirt blew around her, her red lips parted in a huge smile, obviously enjoying the sensation. She was pure sex and he felt pure lust. He fell in love.

From then on she became an obsession. Her image engraved in his brain. Every photograph, every bit of trivia that he could afford, he carefully collected and displayed. Many evenings at home, he would rearrange his Marilyn memorabilia over and over again--photographs, books, dolls, so many things. His favorite was a Marilyn wall clock-- her legs were the hands of the clock, and some of the positions were quite erotic–his favorite ebay acquisition.

Sometimes, feeling especially lonely and vulnerable, he would stare at his favorite photograph of her–looking sad and lonely too. She understands, she knows how I feel, he thought.
 
There were times when a very strong feeling would come over him; it was hard to describe, it was as if he became someone else.
He opened his closet door. . . . . . . . .
 
Time passed.
The door of Joe’s row apartment opened, and a very attractive blond walked out. It was a warm summer evening and she wore a clingy, jersey dress that accentuated her curvy figure. Her makeup was carefully applied, the red lips accentuated into a pout. Was that a mole on her lower cheek? She walked down the street with small, sometimes unsteady steps, and disappeared into the night.


(This is my entry for the February 2nd, trifecta writing challenge. http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/ )

18 comments:

  1. great post! it's got winner written all over it!

    best,
    MOV

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    1. Thanks, MOV, perhaps knowing a winner (you) will bring me luck.

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  2. He was dressing like her, right? I totally loved this.

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    1. Thanks, Amanda. The image thing. He became her image.

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  3. I love where you took the word "image" in this piece. Touche'

    Pamela

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  4. The directions obsession can take us....

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    1. obsession would be a good word for a future contest, I think.

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  5. Somehow the ending made me think of Johnny Depp as Ed Wood. :) I like how his obsession grows throughout the story and culminates in his "transformation".

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  6. Cool! Love the first paragraph. And I love the idea of him morphing into her...obsession is a strange thing indeed.

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  7. I like the way the story leads up to the reasons for his having to become her to sate his loneliness.

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    1. Isn't it interesting how our words emerge from our subconscious? In my minds eye, I saw Joe as very, very lonely. I wrote quite a bit more and cut, cut, cut. But you understood the loneliness without my having to explain more of his actions. Thank you.

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  8. Thanks for joining us this week. You've introduced us to so much of Joe in such a short space. I love where you take this and I think there's still plenty more to come. I'd definitely like to know more. Hope you join us again for the weekend challenge.

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