My THEME for the A to Z challenge 2017 is an ongoing speculative fiction story featuring telepathy.
Each letter post is titled and inspired by a commonly misused word or phrase.
The story started with All Intents and Purposes.
Dad’s insistence on watching the news together has only one upside… hot cocoa. He makes us each a mug. Unlike a lot of people who use powered stuff, my dad actually melts real stuff. He uses dark chocolate, coconut milk, and a pinch of saffron in his recipe. I empty the last drop from my mug as the news broadcast is wrapping up.
“Now tonight’s closing thoughts.” The reporter rises from behind the news desk. She grips the metal zipper on the front of her black dress. Her glare dares the camera, and the audience beyond, to even consider cutting away.
“Every weeknight, I present you with the news. I offer up dozens of topics. Discussing many of those, forming an opinion, taking a stand, giving your time and attention, could change the world.” She yanks the zipper. The dress opens and then drops to the floor. An embroidered set of matching undergarments is revealed to the world. Tiny jewels glitter under the newsroom lights.
Dad’s empty mug crashes to the floor. I have to tune him out because he’s having too many thoughts at once.
“Last week, my bra strap gained more attention than a missing child, a starving village, and the repeal of a law which protects workers rights. Your diverted attention from any of those doesn’t jibe with their importance. Instead, a bra strap was what was most discussed.”
She runs her fingers along the silk straps adorning her shoulders and gives them both a snap. “The goal was to humiliate me. Thank you for the attention, but I’m not ashamed of my undergarments. This set costs more than most of you earn in a week, especially those who lost your workers rights. It will be up for auction online at the close of this broadcast. The proceeds will go to feed that village you forgot about. And just so Ora, the missing child, gets more deserved attention,” she spins and bends over to pick up her dress. Pasted on the back of her right thigh is a picture of the girl. Her left thigh lists the tip line number. The reporter snaps back up.
“No, I don’t feel shame for my body, or for the nice clothing I can buy. Thinking a bra strap deserves more time and attention than the news that impacts lives, that’s something for which you should feel ashamed. Good night.” The reporter slings her dress over her shoulder, flips her hair, and struts away.
You were right, Dad. That was worth watching.
He looks at me and pictures several possible reactions that my mom will have later.
Would you feel ashamed if part of a layer of your traditionally covered clothing became visible while you’re in public? Does such an incident warrant as much, more, or less attention than certain online sites currently devote to it?