Fashion Flash Fiction, Literature

Flash Fiction: Fashion: Spectacular Spectacles

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Don’t make a spectacle of yourself in those spectacular spectacles” Mr Alan chuckled to himself as he hurried passed Meg in the corridors. Mr Alan thought he was hilarious, and his chuckle turned into a session of intense laughter. He didn’t really think Meg was doing herself any harm in wearing her ‘spectacular spectacles’. They had a sleek thick black rim, and they had someone signature on the arms, they were what you might call chic. As a matter of fact he thought they did her justice. They complimented her peachy, narrow face and her shiny cropped black hair. He had always had an eye for Meg but, that eye took control over his voice box and he could never express to her in words what his eye had become so fond of. He thought she was perfect, she was all that a young woman should be. Her clothes were always clean and they always fit. He believed the way one dressed reflected their inner person, and so he knew her inner person was clean and well sized.

He was an English teacher and his favourite thing was words, and so he had a very witty way of talking and thinking. He was very fond of talking and thinking, he almost never stopped doing one or the other. It was weird that He had never said anything to Meg before this.

Meg found it weird that Mr Alan had spoken to her in such wondrous verse. She felt spectacular. Mr Alan had finally noticed her. Although, she wasn’t entirely sure what he meant, but she was pleased that he meant something. She was the newest member of staff at school, but she had been there for the good part of a year, and Mr Alan had never known, before now, that she existed. She had made really good friends with all the other English teachers, and some of the teachers from other departments, but Mr Alan was a difficult task.

Her spectacles became her statement piece. She wore them every day, and every day Mr Alan would say the same thing, ‘don’t make a spectacle of your self in those in spectacular spectacles’. The funny thing was that she wasn’t required to wear spectacles for any reason. God knows why she wore them on that day, but it gained her a friend and so she would continue to wear them.

Eventually, on the last day of term Mr Alan plucked up the courage to say something else. “Miss spectacular, would you like to meet up over the holidays?”

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