Creative Writing: The Man In The Grey Suit By Ava Fried

The man in the grey suit- By Ava Fried

Her jet black hair was pulled into a tight ponytail. Hairspray made the loose curls keep, while the pins kept it in place. Makeup concealed the dark grey circles which preceded underneath her eyes. Her tear streaked skin soaked in the arid pressed powder as her aunty continued to paint her face as though she were a doll. Aunt May had put a lot of effort into getting Allegra ready today. She bought her a dress last week, a black one. It had lace sleeves with tiny cotton flowers cascading down the middle. It reminded Allegra of a dress her mother wore, of a time when she was truly happy.

They had reached their destination just as the sun began its descent. Sighing contentedly, Allegra followed her mother
The atmosphere darkened significantly, and for a while, it seemed it would stay that way. Allegra was awoken by the tempestuous lightning, looking through the window she saw it as it hit the old willow tree. She immediately heard the click-clacks of her step-mother Christie’s 6-inch heels travelling down the hallway. Uncle Ben’s solemn voice echoed in the distance, deteriorating minute by minute. His nervousness was palpable. Allegra walked out of her room, turning right she saw her Uncle Ben standing by the fireplace. Aunt May was nowhere to be seen. “I’ll see you tomorrow Allegra. I’m sure you will know exactly what to do,” he said abruptly, walking towards the front door. He was gone in almost an instant. He spoke to her as he spoke to his business acquaintances. Quickly and impassively. But Allegra did not know what to do. Nor what to say or how to feel. Life was numb. No one was left to shelter her from the bitterness of a school’s day and the painful sting of rejection. No one left to protect, nurture and heed her against life’s hidden dangers. Her beaten up woollen jumper no longer protected her from the cold lashes of a winter’s wind. Allegra was left all alone. A young girl tainted by the world’s ugliness and
She caught up to him just before he opened Christie’s door. He looked down at her with a slight smile, his tousled brown hair flapping in the wind. Allegra waited patiently for him to look at her with his hazel green eyes and bring her into a warm embrace, she wanted to sink her face into his chest as if to ask him to never leave her again, as if to tell him- I need you dad. Instead, he just shrugged his shoulder; a bewildered look appeared on his face. Christie yawned. She could not wait any longer for her month-long trip to Paris with her new