A/N A series of drabbles, inspired by the lovely collections out there by kouw, chelsietea and others. The only rule I've set myself is that they are each precisely 100 words, title excluded. They will all stand alone, but are to be posted in a deliberate order, in the hopes that something additional is gleaned from reading them consecutively. Seven in total.
Buttons
Her clothing has gotten heavy.
Each morning she dresses the same. Slip, corset, skirts, buttons…all the way up to her throat and down to her wrists. The dresses change, but the habits don't.
She pins her hair back more severely with each passing year. She fears the pins will slip if she doesn't drive them in with more force.
The keys leave a little bruised mark where they swing against her hip. She should move them, but they stay. Penance for a sin she doesn't remember or maybe a warning about a sin she cannot commit.
Nevertheless, she contemplates weightlessness.