copyright-Janet Webb
I fell off my pink cloud with a thud. – Elizabeth Taylor
Jen leans on the railing, cigarette in hand. Smoke hangs like dragon’s breath around her. The window screeches on the track as Tracy opens it. Walking behind Jen, she kisses her gently on the neck.
Nice dress.
Gee, thanks.
Your mom thinks she can still turn you straight huh?
With crinoline, it seems.
Tracy grabs the cigarette from Jen’s hand, mashes it in the plant.
I hate when you smoke.
I hate when she sends me dresses.
We’re okay, you know.
I know, Honey.
Jen removes the dress from the railing, letting it fall. Descent, prolonged by the springtime breeze.
100 Words/ Genre: Hell, I don’t know.
Thank you Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers. It is such a fun, crazy, and sometimes discouraging exercise in discipline. I enjoy it immensely. Kudos and criticisms are most welcome. Bring it on!
That’s a great take on the picture, darling — there have been quite a few good ones this week!
Thanks my love. I’ve just started reading them. Hope I get through them all today. ❤
Crinoline made me smile. That is stroke of genius.
Thanks my sweet. I kinda like crinoline. Must be the old ballerina in me. Giggle.
Hats off to you 🙂
Or my dress maybe????
🙂
the picture is great. the story even better. And i for one love crinoline and would happily wear it, with the right shoes of course.
Thanks honey. And I would too. With some cute kitten heels. Little bows on the top of them.
See you went traditional and cute girl. I would probably wear them with my sky high black velvet wedges. They are sexy and easy to dance in, and a dress like that screams TAKE ME DANCING
I do love me some wedge heels. I’m wearing them right now. Giggle.
There’s nothing like dancing in wedge heels. I don’t have to worry about breaking my ass in them, because I won’t fall. 😉
A lot of story in just a few words!
I sure was hoping so. Thanks for the kind comment.
Wonderful writing to the photo, Renee! 🙂
Lauren
Thank you so much my dear.
Nice portrayal of the rejection of archetypes — the pretty princess dress. Thanks for the follow — I hope you find time to browse and that you enjoy your time there.
Thanks my dear. I can’t wait to read more of your work. Hope you like my place too.
I love this, a great take on the pic and some wonderful lines “Smoke hangs like dragon’s breath around her” and “Descent, prolonged by the springtime breeze” were really nice
Thanks sweetheart. Can’t wait to read yours….
posting now. it will be up in the morning. Cause its FriFic not ThuFic 😉
I’m a rebel my dear. You should know that by now. Giggle.
Haha! And i love that about you!
I love that you love that about me.
🙂
You’re a shameless flirt and I love that about you. 🙂
and i love that you love that ab… hang on, we’ve been here before haven’t we?
Yes, we have. But I’d go back there with you again. And again, and again. Bahahahahahaha!
Great imagery – beautifully paced.
Thanks Sandra. I liked yours too.
Love the dragon’s breath (which is how cigarettes smell to me.) 🙂
janet
I used to smoke and now I can’t stand it. Ick!
I love the image (in my head) of the dress falling to the ground.
Me too! Love it.
Dear Renee,
Dragon’s breath and crinoline…good lines. Tight writing.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks my dear. Thanks so much. I like the dragon’s breath line too.
You built the scene, set the tone and portrayed a strong relationship all in a few words. I liked this one.
Thanks my dear. Very much. I’m glad you liked it.
I can see the dress falling, opening like a parachute and drifting away on the breeze.
That’s what I was going for. I’m glad you could see it too…
And aren’t we all under our parents’ shadows to some degree or another. GREAT story.
Yes dear, we are. Thanks for the kind comment.
That story creates as much heat as the dragon’s breathe around Jen! Erotic and yet tasteful at the same time. Now, Renee, when do I get to spank you?
Thank you for the kind comment. And my dear you only get to spank me when of my stories is bad. 🙂
Great story. Really get a sense of all the interplay a and tensions. (RogRites)
Thanks my love.
I am anxious to start reading these tomorrow. I don’t until after I have linked mine. It will be added tonight after 10pm. I read yours because it was in my email queue and you read my stuff, anyway.
It was wonderful. It made me think and I like that.
Mine is a bit … different. Let me know what you think (you always do!).
Scott
Scott,
I never read any stories till I’ve written mine. Can’t wait to read yours. I will be sure to comment on it. Thank you, for everything.
Love, Renee
Very welcome!
true love is smoking, but does not smoke;
and a mother addresses true love but doesn’t need to dress it up.
Nice story. Randy
I thought this was very well written. The structure flowed and three lives in a 100 words came out very clear.
Thanks so much. I do appreciate your comments.
As if a crinoline would make anyone straight… Maybe she can sell it to some cross-dressing friend instead?
Good idea. Giggle.
A great take on the prompt. I was hooked into the story & these believable characters.
Thank you. I’m glad you liked it.
That’s purely artistic and i like the dress even from such a distant
Thanks honey. You should participate in Friday Fictioneers. Click on Rochelle’s link to go to her page.
Only kudos here, Rene! Wonderfully layered story!!!
Thank you so much sweetheart. I’m glad you liked it.
Mom will always be mom. Change is not something they embrace well.
Yes, but her daughter is not ever going to wear a dress. Mom will understand that, in time.
Wow, I love the visuals. And hot lesbo sex ensues…. my boyfriend’s favorite fantasy. 😳
Yes, that’s it exactly. I know I was thinking of him when I wrote it. Giggle.
Wonderful post.Everyday story people look at the others and forget to look at themselves.Great Imagination..Thank you for visiting my website .My regards.jalal
Thanks for the comment. Glad you liked my story. This is one of my favorites….