Today's story inspiration is the word Gypsy.
Carefully she ran her hand over the soft fabric of the skirt, it was a patchwork of multicolours. Different to any of the other items in her wardrobe. Nervously she laid it on her bed alongside of the black pheasant style that would go with it.
For a long time she just sat and stared at the piece. Could she do this? Should she do this? Her life was a monotone, black, navy those were the colours that she wore not this riot of colour before her.
Part of her was dancing in glee, the part of her that had made this impulse buy years before. Then had hidden away until today.
If the invitation to the fancy dress party hadn't come it would still have been hidden away. With a sudden surge of confidence she quickly dressed.
Black top with her amazing multi coloured skirt. A blue scarf to pull her hair off her face. And chains. Lots and lots of coin chains, for neck, wrists and ankles. When she finally moved to the mirror she merrily jingled.
Finally, with a deep breath, she opened her eyes and looked at herself. A stranger looked back. Blue eyes wide in a pale face, dark hair cascading down her back.
A beautiful carefree gypsy.
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