Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Retro Writes (Tuesday) #4



The Rules:

Welcome to my new writing challenge!

Every Tuesday I will post some lovely retro-era eye candy as inspiration (think 50's-80's decades).  I will be posting photographs and advertisement ephemera that, perhaps, is quite different from modern day photography in hopes that it may inspire us to come up with parallels and concepts we might not otherwise make with modern art/photography.

Simply write a piece of poetry, fiction, flash fiction, or even create your own art-work.  Anything goes so long as you create/write something original!

Leave a link to your post so I (along with others) can visit and comment.  Please also link back to this page in your original post so others can find it.  

Most of all, have fun creating!


And now, for the prompt.


Retro Writes (Tuesday) #4


Look at the advertisement photo for a few moments and allow yourself to be inspired.


Here is my contribution:


She Dreamed in Color

Mary Alice wasn't your average lady; three-times a wallflower at the town Sock Hop and she had conceded love was not the answer.  Besides, men gave her a horrid case of the nerves and she deemed children an unwanted inconvenience.  She knew she could never commit to a life in the kitchen and dirty diapers gave her the skin itches.  Her ill-behaved attention could never concentrate, as need-be, on boring luncheons with middle-aged colleagues of her husbands career-bidding, whatever his vocation may be.

No, she was happy with her nine-to-five job at the type-writer making letter-head for old man Johnson on the city newspaper.  The salary paid for her small box-car apartment, which she fanatically decorated in shaggy shades of pastel.  A middle-class palace meant for a common working-girl citizen.  Besides, her time and funds were all her own.  She mined the library on weekly visits for erotic trash like Valley of the Dolls, for someone else's sordid story was romance enough for her.  Sundays meant a large chocolate malt at Pops Drive-In.  She'd watch the wives frantically chase children in a bid to please ungrateful husbands during lunch-hour and give silent thanks for her quiet one-bedroom seclusion.  And thanks to the snarky improvisation of Swanson, TV dinners were now a household thing.  

She spent languid evenings with Patty Duke and Dick Van Dyke, and oh, those lovely ladies from Petticoat Junction!  When life was lonely or the times were bringing her down, she need only bake her favorite cookies and lose herself in the other-world of the boob tube.  It added dimension to her quiet existence, a mental adhesive for some lost girl come unglued.

A common spinster
at thirty-three, Mary Alice
couldn't stop watching TV.

6 comments:

  1. You are so adept at creating word pictures, I feel as if I know Mary Alice! Well done.

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    1. ty bev! i lost internet connection for nearly two days. just getting around to answering and commenting! :)

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  2. My "take" inspired by your photo is HERE

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    1. ty so much linda! :) glad to have you stop by.

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