Short Story Of Lol Her Shameful Truth
Katy Tucker
Year 11: Townsville Grammar School
Ms Nielson
Lola: Her Shameful Truth
Lola slowly turned the lock on the door, blocking the sounds of commotion from downstairs. She was at last alone from the prying eyes, the endless questions and pitiful looks. Dropping her white robe, she paced across the room. The visitors had been coming and going all night, her track of time was lost and her mind blurry. The events of the night had all coalesced into a hazy mist that hovered on the anxiety she had felt for weeks.
An image of a person caught her eye across the room, a girl; she looked young, vulnerable and her body was delicate like a fragile ballerina. But then Lola noticed the ugly red scratches and purple bruises that marked her body, tainting the delicate childlike image. The imperfections twisted and turned across her porcelain skin spelling ugly words. The dress the girl wore hung from her, ill fitting her physique. As if she was trying to be something she wasn’t wearing the clothes of the innocent to disguise the stains.
It was the eyes that made Lola’s stomach churn, her eyes were a doleful expression of a reprimanded child, guilty and squeamish. Behind all this there was glint in her eye, excitement and pleasure glistened in her dark pupils. Lola squeamishly moved away from the basin, her breath caught in her throat …show more content…
These words echoed through her mind. It troubled her to consider the fine stitching of fate, the influences others can have, the one mistake or accident of a character or situation. She thought of him, pacing downstairs. Constructing and scheming, determining her own fate, as if she were only a doll. Paul would surely stay with her to support his own innocence and she would not fight him in order protect hers. They knew so little about each other, their whole lives they would lie mostly submerged like icebergs, with only their social selves playing along, to protect the secrets and guilt they would always
Year 11: Townsville Grammar School
Ms Nielson
Lola: Her Shameful Truth
Lola slowly turned the lock on the door, blocking the sounds of commotion from downstairs. She was at last alone from the prying eyes, the endless questions and pitiful looks. Dropping her white robe, she paced across the room. The visitors had been coming and going all night, her track of time was lost and her mind blurry. The events of the night had all coalesced into a hazy mist that hovered on the anxiety she had felt for weeks.
An image of a person caught her eye across the room, a girl; she looked young, vulnerable and her body was delicate like a fragile ballerina. But then Lola noticed the ugly red scratches and purple bruises that marked her body, tainting the delicate childlike image. The imperfections twisted and turned across her porcelain skin spelling ugly words. The dress the girl wore hung from her, ill fitting her physique. As if she was trying to be something she wasn’t wearing the clothes of the innocent to disguise the stains.
It was the eyes that made Lola’s stomach churn, her eyes were a doleful expression of a reprimanded child, guilty and squeamish. Behind all this there was glint in her eye, excitement and pleasure glistened in her dark pupils. Lola squeamishly moved away from the basin, her breath caught in her throat …show more content…
These words echoed through her mind. It troubled her to consider the fine stitching of fate, the influences others can have, the one mistake or accident of a character or situation. She thought of him, pacing downstairs. Constructing and scheming, determining her own fate, as if she were only a doll. Paul would surely stay with her to support his own innocence and she would not fight him in order protect hers. They knew so little about each other, their whole lives they would lie mostly submerged like icebergs, with only their social selves playing along, to protect the secrets and guilt they would always