Wardrobe Girl: Halo


Note from Susan: If you were here a year ago, you may remember our Wardrobe Girl, Loren. I actually have other fiction I wrote right after I wrote that one, but never posted. We’ll have to fix that. In the meantime, here’s something to keep you entertained.

Before tonight, Loren would have told you she didn’t have a prayer of fitting in with this crowd. They didn’t like chicks in the first place, let alone girls like her who were on the road to hide from something. Maybe — hopefully, although Loren wasn’t sure if there was hope anymore — heal a bit.

Maybe she’d been wrong to hold herself back, to abstain. From the fun, the camaraderie, the deep, dark nights spent drinking and swapping tales as the bus rolled them toward another city they’d never get to see.

But now here she was, proudly wearing the halo they’d made her from those plastic things that went around six packs of beer and soda. She wasn’t drinking, but then, neither was Roberta. A woman shouldn’t drink too much on the road, Roberta often told her. Especially with roadies like Monkey around, even though he wasn’t part of this current group. Nope, this was RP, Hambone, RP’s girlfriend Maureen, and a couple others whose names Loren couldn’t remember. She knew their faces, though. They were all young, like her. They’d chosen the road instead of anything else — college hadn’t been an option for most of them. Not like it had been for Loren.

Who knew; maybe it was still an option for Loren. She wasn’t ready to think like that yet. Heck, it was hard enough just being here with a group of people, watching them drink and listening to them talk.
Wearing their halo and smiling as they sounded like they meant it when they said they were glad she wasn’t locked away in her bunk or sitting in a corner, staring at the walls. “You’re too mopey,” they told her. “Smile.”

She’d been hearing that a lot from the crew lately. Even from the band. Smile. Like there was anything to smile for. Or at.

Hambone told a joke and everyone cracked up. RP tipped over backward and Maureen and Hambone pulled him up, laughing even harder. Loren watched and, for the first time since she’d joined the tour, didn’t feel like they were laughing at her. She didn’t feel quite so raw inside.

Roberta caught Loren’s eye and nodded knowingly.

Loren had to touch her face to realize she was smiling, too.

And then her halo slipped down over one eye. She heard herself laugh.

Ready for this week’s links to prompt sites? Here ya go… Three Word Wednesday, Thursday Tales, and Friday Flash. And let’s not forget Weekend Writer’s Retreat, too!



  1. Ann (bunnygirl)

    August 27, 2010 12:57 am

    I really liked this. The beer can ring halo is a nice touch.
    .-= Ann (bunnygirl)´s last blog ..Thursday Tales Flash =-.

  2. Pan

    August 27, 2010 3:25 am

    I enjoyed this, nice writing. 🙂

  3. K

    August 27, 2010 7:55 am

    I love that this piece exists in Lorens head, the cahnce to hear her voice and feel what she feels. The three words were incorporated effortlessly.
    .-= K´s last blog ..Four Haiku =-.

  4. Leo

    August 27, 2010 12:07 pm

    very interesting 🙂 enjoyed the read.. and the ending 🙂

    i like how u combined the various prompts 🙂 the 3ww, the TT pic implying the road and the WWR too.. welcome to Thursday Tales.
    .-= Leo´s last blog ..Some More Colors =-.

  5. Alice Audrey

    August 27, 2010 2:33 pm

    I love the halo slipping over one eye. Makes me smile.

  6. CJT

    August 27, 2010 4:30 pm

    Nice to see you revisit something that has been dormant for a while. A great read.

    The World of Lost Souls
    .-= CJT´s last blog ..The World of Lost Souls =-.

  7. Julia Smith

    August 28, 2010 6:49 pm

    ‘drinking and swapping tales as the bus rolled them toward another city they’d never get to see.’

    Great line. Really enjoyed this scene, Susan – especially the glimpse of Roadie Poet getting loopy.
    .-= Julia Smith´s last blog ..Weekend Writers Retreat – 22 =-.

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