In a Manhattan venue on the edge of the East River, the last fashion show of esteemed designer Alexia was underway.
Not that any of the guests knew it was the last show. No, that knowledge – or lack of – was Alexia’s final gift.
Stepping onto the stage in her signature violet pumps and serene smile, Alexia carefully chose her last words for the world that was tuned in to only her.
“Ladies and gentlemen, today’s fashion show will not only be a celebration of beauty, art, style, and creativity.
Today’s fashion show will also be a celebration of life.
Life, in all its vibrancy, in all its ups and downs.
Life, in all its glitter and sparkle and ridiculously bright neon t-shirts.
Life, in all its black winged eyeliner and smoky eyeshadow, oversized sweatshirts and worn-out sneakers.
Today, ladies and gentlemen, we celebrate not the act of living, but the act of being alive.”
The next morning, the world woke to the frantic headlines of Alexia’s sudden death.
© Jade M. Wong 2016
Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Word Count: 170.