Once again, Wednesday has rolled around. With some bits of fussing and fact checking, I have come up with a 102 word story for FF.
The tinkle of glasses. Laughter. Music. Charleston – her favorite.
And candlelight everywhere.
A splash in the pool.
Daisy checks her plum lipstick once, twice, again. Perfect.
Hair? More than perfect.
Still – she slides her hands over the exaggerated blonde finger waves.
Just to make sure.
A rap on the door. “Coming, baby?” It’s Tom.
Beads rustling like wind in bamboo, she turns around, looks at her
exquisite rump beneath the rose colored dress.
The V-cut in the back is almost too low. Almost.
She opens the door. Ignores her husband.
Glides across the seat of the yellow car.
Bright with nickel.
Up From the Ashes 
Rich in imagery. Really liked this. A wrap on the door though?
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OMG! Sandra! Today I feel like English is my second language. Thank you for catching that – it is now changed. And thanks for reading and commenting. I always appreciate your stopping by. Alicia
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Oh, lovely Gatsby story. So vivid. Thoroughly enjoyed it 🙂
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Rachel. Thanks for reading and commenting. Somehow the mirror, the red in the card, and the small lights in the window made me think “Lipstick” and “Ladies Restroom” which somehow led to Daisy.
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What fun!
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Thanks, Dawn!
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Gatsby sprang to my mind, too, as soon as I started reading and got to Daisy. If you want an extra word, “candlelight” is really one word. As Sandra said, you drew a vivid picture.
janet
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Of course it’s one word! Like a told Sandra, today I feel like English is truly my second language. Thanks so much for reading and commenting and, yes, correcting! Alicia
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Nice, she is a confident lady!
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Indeed she is. Thank you for stopping by.
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I love that era, and you painted it beautifully!
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Thank you! Although I could picture much of it, I had to look up colors of lipstick, clothing and the name for the hairstyle that was a bit softer than the marcel. Thank you for appreciating the era of my tale.
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Daisy, you vixen! Lovely–I can hear the music and smell the decadence.
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What a lovely comment. Thank you!
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Such a sad story.. Daisy knew here lure for sure.. poor Tom
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Yeah, Daisy isn’t worth the hairspray on her curls. Thanks for reading and commenting, Bjorn. Have a lovely day.
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Love the imagery here…sad for Tom though…like the way you write!
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Thanks so much for reading, commenting and the beautiful compliment.
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Dear Alicia,
Daisy seems to have a high opinion of herself and her exquisite rump, doesn’t she? And not much conscience either. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
PS I fixed ‘deceit’ in your link. Personally I prefer just putting my name in that slot and leave the title to my page. 😉
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Daisy does like herself rather much. Thanks for fixing the misspelling. I never thought about just putting my name there. The title pops up when I had my link and I leave it! Good suggestion. Have a great day.
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Such a beautifully painted picture rich with details.
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Thanks! I had fun with the details.
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Dear Alicia,
I love the wind in bamboo line. A well crafted tale. Atmospheric and compelling.
Aloha,
Doug
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Doug, thanks for reading. I always appreciate your comments. Alicia
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Loved your words. It was quite sensual to me.
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AS it was supposed to be! Thank you!
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love this one, Alicia. Descriptive and real– who hasn’t had those moments in front of the dreaded mirror. Fortunately, fewer of us slip past our husbands to sneak off. Yowza!
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She be a tricky one. Thanks so much for reading and commenting, Dawn. It’s a rare occasion when I look in the mirror and see anything even remotely like what Daisy saw.
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Thank goodness!! 😉
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I lost focus when we got to the part about her exquisite rump and plunging V-cut. Can I follow her to the car?
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Russell, You might make it one of those three’s a crowd kinda’ moments. But, you’re welcome to try. Thanks for reading and leaving a comment.
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Beautiful descriptions and so much sound. You took us back and I could see that dress and I covet one (and the rump too probably).
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I’m with you on the rump/dress thing. Ah, well! Thanks for reading and commeting
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It’s poetic and lyrical – your descriptions. I can almost see Robert Redford in a white suit sitting by the pool with a glass of champayne.
Lily
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Ha! Wonderful! Thanks.
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Alicia, Vivid and lovely description. I could see it happening in color. Well written. 🙂 —Susan
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Susan, thanks for “seeing” my story and for leaving such a lovely comment.
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Really brought out a tremendous amount of imagery in very few words. Impressive
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Thank you!
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I love the book and the film. You’ve captured the essence nicely. Enjoyable.
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Thank you for reading and commenting.
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Beautifully detailed story, rich with atmosphere and decadence. This woman is pure selfishness. Her poor husband!
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Indeed she is! Thanks for commenting!
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I can see, touch, smell, hear and taste her. Wonderful.
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Oh, my! Such lovely words. Thank you!
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Dear Alicia, I never liked Daisy – she is the essence of excess and selfishness. Well, otherwise, she is beautiful, but knows it. If you ever really needed a friend – don’t rap on her door! Very well written!
Nan 🙂
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I agree with everything you said! Thank you, Nan!
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I too thought Gatsby when I read this very entertaining piece. Great imagery Alicia, well done
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Thanks, Dee! Later, I wondered if I should have used Daisy’s name – keep people guessing. Glad you stopped by. Alicia
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Seems like she’s in love with herself.
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Oh, yes, very much so.
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It strikes me that you rather enjoyed twisting the knife in the beautifully exposed back of this poor, misjudged girl 😉
You realised the entire scene so enjoyably and vividly – my particular favourite line being: “Beads rustling like wind in bamboo,” which is just wonderful.
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Thank you! I’ve always thought the beads on those dresses would make that dry rustle when a woman walked.
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