The sitting woman
By Victoria Elliot
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“It’s better to forget” I begin.
“Forget about the whole of my existence before I arrived at Chechnya” I continue determinedly.
I bring a nervous light to my handmade communist cigar as if it were my only solace. A deep and calculated breath follows.
It reverberates through my sitting frame, adding another profound layer of icicles to my frozen heart.
My midnight blue eyes pierce through haughtily at my surrounds of material resplendence.
Every luxury item is meticulously checked down to the last superfluous detail in our modish apartment.
My insouciant husband, Dmitri, has given me with a sky full of glittering gemstones.
I want for nothing.
“Dominika” my maid motions for my attention in her loud, displeasing voice.
The plain faced woman shoots across our immaculate apartment to the far left corner with efficiency.
The chandeliers of our apartment are as effervescent as golden champagne and as bright as the distracting lights of a Christmas tree. They light up an otherwise lonely apartment as the maid soundlessly sweeps across the polished Bavarian timber floorboards.
I am sitting on an Italian made couch with a wide Victorian frame made of real gold. The snow white of the velvety Italian couch softens my harsh expression as it cocoons me.
The Cambridge blue gown that I am wearing is a very becoming shade for my slender arms and fair skin. The dress’ silken material elongates my sylphlike frame.
I smile neutrally, if amicably at my maid as she approaches me.
“Dominika, forgive my intrusion, but I have been instructed to remind you that you have a dinner reservation at the Nevsky” she reminds me rather coolly.
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I like the setting. Who is
I like the setting. Who is she speaking to at the beginning or is she writing a letter? Not sure if you would decribe your own eyes in that way, but this might be showing us an aspect of her perdonality, I suppose. Keep going.
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Sounds like the person in
Sounds like the person in your story lives a very opulent lifestyle. Left me intrigued.
Jenny.
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I find the very short paragraphs give an awfully staccato impresson. If this was your intention, then that is fine, and the reason will (should) become apparent further on in the story. If it wasn't deliberate I would combine your paragraphs 3 and 4; also 5,6,7 and 8; also 9 and 10; also the last two.
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