Norma Jeane

This post is submitted to Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a complete story with a beginning, middle and end in 100 words or less. My story follows the picture prompt below.

PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright-Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Before she was an orphan she was just a normal little girl. She hated the orphanage. Every day was the same. She felt robbed, vulnerable, and utterly alone, even abandoned.

“Get up Norma Jeane,” Sister Mary said. “Breakfast is at 7 in the main dining room and your first class is at seven forty-five.”

 “Someday I’ll leave here and become a famous movie star. I’ll live in Hollywood in a big mansion with a famous husband. You just wait and see.”

“You have great dreams Norma Jeane but they will vanish just like a candle in the wind.”

Like a candle in the wind.

Author: Danny James

“Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world.”

17 thoughts on “Norma Jeane”

  1. Knowing she grew up in an orphanage, it makes more sense how she lived and how she died. An unsophisticated, damaged individual would be eaten alive in the circles she played in. Nicely done, Danny, and I like you putting “Candle in the Wind” into your story.

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  2. I think I was about 8 or 9 when Marilyn became the newest Hollywood sensation. I remember well all the fuss and feathers about her beauty, although I don’t remember much said about the quality of her acting. What amuses me now is that she would be considered about 20 pounds overweight by today’s standards, yet she WAS the standard of beauty back then.

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