The backless dress

Every time I wear a backless dress I am reminded of Poe darling — Edgar Allen, that is.

I was putting one on yesterday to head out to dinner in the woods when I felt the cold tips of someone’s fingers resting on my back, moving down and skimming my spine.

I turned around to find a pale face and that dark, wispy mustache.

“What brings you here Mr Poe?”

“This dress Madeliene Rose, you are asking for the chills.”

“Ah, Mr Poe, you and your ideas. Teeth are not just teeth for you and a cat is not just a cat, aren’t they? You are the only man I know who will be weary of a young girl crossing the road alone in the twilight or at the sight of a backless dress.”

“Forgive me, it is the way I see the world.”

“I know, and thank you for doing so, but this here is just a dress and a good one too. Now that you are here darling, come join me for dinner with Proust, hmm?”

“Who?”

“Oh, you have never met him, have you? Oh darling, come, I think you are going to like him!”

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