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Challenge of the Week CXXXVII
Shame, shame, shame. Shame may be the glue that holds society together; or it may be the bane of authenticity and happiness. Maybe it's both. Write about shame. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose.
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Vyxyn

She hides it well

“Just look at her all prim and proper.”

She hears their whispers in the air.

“How can she even walk into the same room as us?” As they all stop and stare.

Still the whispers go on as she takes her seat.

It takes every bit of strength she has left just to sit in her family’s pew. The same pew in the same row in the same church whith the same people she grew up with. Half the congregation she’s related to, the other half she’s known all her life.

So one would think this so called “FAMILY ” would come together when one of their flock is suffering.

Instead they sneered at her. They judged her.

Everyone assumed she was easy and she could hear some of them whispering

“Slut” “Whore” as she held her head up walking from the door. P

Everyone assumed this was her doing, because she was born pretty she was too enticing to men so it’s no wonder she was in the family way, only 15 years old and not married! If only she didn’t have those sexy long legs, the kind that look like stripper legs in high heels. Maybe if she wasn’t so well developed “38”- “24″- “32” and looking like a 25 year old it wouldn’t have

happened. Maybe if she had fought harder it would have made a difference.

What a pity it’s a shame she was born so pretty.