Without My Dress

By Mimi Yeats-Prhanaz

Spring, 1956. A fresh-faced young girl arrives at a station to pursue her destiny...
Fiona Clay, a bewitching mixture of intelligence and stupidity, is about to meet her real mother for the first time. She will experience love, heartbreak and Battenberg-induced nausea at the hands of the handsome Frederick DeNouh, who she must compete for with her cougarish mother. But Frederick has dark hidden secrets, and so, alas, do all the other characters in the book, who for some reason are all having affairs with each other. You are sure to cry with laughter.
Disclaimer: If you do not cry with laughter, Mimi Yeats-Prhanaz claims no responsibility.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mimi Yeats-Prhanaz
• Release date: Jan 3, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301823611

Mimi Yeats-Prhanaz

Hello darlings! My name is Mimi Yeats-Prhanaz, and I am a British writer with Czechochosloslovakian roots. I live in London with my 29 cats. I published my debut mini-novella Without My Dress on Smashwords, and since then, it's all been a bit of a rollercoaster (I spent a lot of time screaming and was nearly sick). I do LOVE to receive emails from my fans, so please drop me one at [e-mail]! Adieu!

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‘WITHOUT MY DRESS’

MIMI YEATS-PRHANAZ

SMASHWORDS EDITION

COPYRIGHT 2013 MIMI YEATS-PRHANAZ

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Chapter One

A fresh-faced young girl stepped out of the early afternoon train in London. She was clothed in a polka-dot dress, and her dark hair was fashionably volumised. It was the 1st of April 1956, and Fiona Clay was embarking on her first journey of discovery. She was setting out to find out who she really was.

It was a perfect spring day. The sky was blue, the spindly trees along the edge of the platform were covered with blossoms, and there were very few cigarette butts on the pavement. Less than usual, anyway. Fiona fetched her suitcase, which was polka-dot to match her dress. She flicked her unnaturally shiny hair and thought about the reason she was here…

It was Fiona’s seventeenth birthday, and a package had arrived for her. It was wrapped in brown paper and tied with string, and the handwriting on the label was unfamiliar. Her father had tried to take it away from her, but she had been determined to keep it. Now her hands shook with anticipation as she ripped it open and caught sight of the fabric inside.

The polka-dot fabric.

She pulled out the dress, and as she did so, a card tumbled out of it. The outside was blank, but inside there was a mysterious message. It said, From your long-lost mother. And then there was an address in London.

Fiona was extremely puzzled by this. Who could it be from? she wondered to herself.

Fiona, said her father seriously, I think this might be from your long-lost mother.

Really? said Fiona in wonder. Golly gosh!

This can only mean one thing, her father continued, even more seriously.

What? asked Fiona excitedly. What does it mean?

Her father shrugged. Search me, he said. "I only said it meant something, I didn’t say I knew what it meant."

But to Fiona, there was only one possible course of action. So the week after, she put on her polka-dot dress, applied an entire can of hairspray to her head, said a joyful goodbye to her father, and skipped happily to the station. Then she remembered about her suitcase, and skipped back home again to get it, and then skipped back to the station again. By this time she had missed her train, so she waited two hours for the next one, and skipped happily onto it.

That was the start of the most important journey of her life. And that’s how she found herself on the platform in London three hours later, ready to pursue her destiny.

Fiona Clay was about to meet her mother for the first time.

***

Fiona stopped at the house, checking the address against the piece of paper in her hand. It wasn’t what she had expected at all. It was a perfectly average red brick terrace house, with exactly six windows and exactly one door. It also had a chimney with two chimney-pots, a small front garden, and a flower pot next