Writing Prompt for Wednesday Stories 10/12/16
This week our lovely Debb at Inner Sunshine has set a photo prompt to be used
with five random words witha maximum word count 500.
Here is my story:
tortoise, shop, verb, finance, tattoo.
THE CHARITY GALA
Susan could use the same basic sewing pattern, she mulled it
over, yes, with some added oomph and using different colourways would do the
trick. It had taken her a few days to
come up with the idea but now she knew where she was going with it
.
The fashion show at the all girls’ school was right up her
street. Trendy young females who would
jump at the chance to wear her outfits but she could only choose four
girls. Susan did so hope that they were
too young to be allowed to have a tattoo anywhere on their body. Being rather a posh school it was probably
frowned upon along with body piercings in noses and eyebrows and lips. Susan shuddered at the very thought of it.
Her bookkeeper had agreed that the small amount of finance needed for this enterprise could probably be ‘lost’
in the accounts somewhere along the way so she could look good by donating her
skirts to the models afterwards.
The school started sending out the advertising for the
event. It had started a few years ago as
a small charity event with the students modelling the latest fashion, all to be
auctioned off on the Gala Evening.
The leaflets advertised the event and all the other
contributors. To Susan’s eyes one shop stood out from
all the rest. She’d seen the frontage in
town and thought it was rather quirky especially with a logo of a picture of a tortoise. It was something to do with durability of
their clothing as the tortoise was so long lived. Susan sniffed disapprovingly at that
idea. It did seem rather naff to
her.
Madeleine, Laura, Emma and Bethany arrived in a flurry of
giggles for their fittings, all long legs and ‘like’ and ‘cool’ peppering their
language. Susan felt quite old when she
wondered what on earth had happened to the English language. Nobody seemed to talk in sentences anymore
and any kind of sentence construction with usage of the correct verb was out of the question. Her old teachers would have had a fit hearing
that kind of language.
Susan was adjusting Madeleine’s skirt, her mouth full of
pins, when her mobile pinged with a message.
Laura looked at her questioningly and after receiving a nod from Susan
she picked up the mobile and read the message out loud.
‘Good luck girls, have
a fun time tonight, love Jack.’
The teasing that ensued made Susan feel young again. The four girls wanted to know who Jack
was. They came up with all sorts of
scenarios, he was her toy boy, he was her lover, he was her gardener, a.k.a
Lady Chatterley’s Lover, that last idea had them all in stitches.
Wiping away the laughter tears that were streaming down her
face, Susan felt so alive in that moment.
She’d missed being part of a group, albeit with the age difference but
that didn’t seem to matter today. They
were all women together.
Word count: 498
It is fun to be part of a group indeed, even if one might be old enough to be the mother in the group
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Nothing like being with young people to make you feel young again.
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