Sculptor's Daughter (2013)
“After a while the door opened of its own accord, very slowly as if someone inside the wardrobe was forcing it. And then the black tulle skirt poured forth and the door stood still. I did the same thing several times. Each time Mummy’s tulle skirt opened out as if it was alive.
It is a party skirt which will never be used, or rather ten or a hundred transparent party skirts on top of each other, a black mountain of tulle, a great big rain cloud, or perhaps a funeral.
I crept into the war...drobe underneath the skirt and looked up inside it and now it was a lift shaft that faded away into the darkness. I pulled the hem a little. Then the tulle skirt glided out on top of me with a quiet swish. I heard the clothes hanger swing and scrape the top of the wardrobe. I sat still for a long time, I was hidden. Then I crept out of the wardrobe and the skirt came after me.
I went along the corridor inside a rain-cloud that rustled and whispered round me and felt rough against my face.MoreLess
It is a party skirt which will never be used, or rather ten or a hundred transparent party skirts on top of each other, a black mountain of tulle, a great big rain cloud, or perhaps a funeral.
I crept into the war...drobe underneath the skirt and looked up inside it and now it was a lift shaft that faded away into the darkness. I pulled the hem a little. Then the tulle skirt glided out on top of me with a quiet swish. I heard the clothes hanger swing and scrape the top of the wardrobe. I sat still for a long time, I was hidden. Then I crept out of the wardrobe and the skirt came after me.
I went along the corridor inside a rain-cloud that rustled and whispered round me and felt rough against my face.MoreLess
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