This flash fiction piece is resurfacing in response to Michelle‘s fabulous guest post for Flashback Friday #53. Je ne sais quoi, is the question. Well, David Bowie, you got it! Join us in defining the undefinable attraction of something.
This Little Slice
I knew I’d been possessed by David Bowie when I put on the silk-ruffled blouse and Jareth riding boots hidden in my labyrinth of flea-market finds. It’d taken a quarantine for me to organize my closet, stocked like a bomb shelter since the 1980s.
Strangely, I channeled a spinning globe of halo hair singing, “Dance, Magic Dance,” while piles of crumpled clothes like gnarled goblins leaped from the floor and found nooks. A sudden knock on the door. I turned to face the fame of a lingeried leg lined up through the slash. Apparently, my rebel neighbor’s a grinning soul.
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The first time I saw David Bowie I was eight years old and spending the afternoon with a friend. The Labyrinth was playing on her television when I arrived. I don’t know if it was the tights, the British accent, the hair, but it was definitely my first crush. I don’t know what kind of spell he cast, but it worked on me at first sight. I ‘ve watched the movie many times since that first viewing. I know too many of the lines by heart. Let’s just say in the following scene, I never would have popped that bubble and left David Bowie’s fantasy ball.
Perhaps it’s je ne sais quoi that leads to fame, or is it fame that gives a person je ne sais quoi? I’d love to hear your thoughts on this. Be sure to tune in tomorrow for another Flashback Friday on Songshine Sounds.