Welcome to my new writing challenge!
Every other 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) #10
Look at the advertisement photo for a few moments and allow yourself to be inspired.
Here is my contribution:
Fan of Ann Bannon: A Flash Fiction Story
"Seriously, Patsy, I dunno how you do it. I'm just bored stiff," Molly exclaimed with much more fervor than was necessary.
Patsy turned another page flippantly, all but ignoring the poor girl. It wasn't that she was ruthless. She had grown used to the histrionics of her exasperated, boy-crazed dorm-mate. At first she'd found Molly's dramatic speeches and ever-growing complains amusing, even endearing. These days she listened with half an ear.
"Oh, I can't wait until Freddy gets here," Molly bounced from the bed like one of those cheap rubber balls from the dime-store toy machine and began to pull clothing from the closet. She sifted through the garments like sugar, never bothering to replace the hangers on the closet rack.
"Hmm," Patsy said with a blink for emphasis. "Where are ya'll going tonight?" Truth be told she was asking only so she'd have a more accurate calculation of how long the girl would be gone. This way she could feign sleep shortly before her arrival without having to hear all humdrum details of her silly, girlish love affair.
"Oh we are double dating with Suzy and Lars," Molly said, slipping into a poodle skirt and a tight silk button up shirt. "I think we are going to the drive in over on Hoover Street."
"Ah," Patsy said, keeping her eyes glued to the book. She cringed on the inside at the idea of sitting in a shoddy old car, hip to hip with some goofy college boy who insisted on kissing her on the cheek or discussing their next move to second base. The idea actually made her chuckle aloud.
"What's so darn funny," Molly shot at her as a resounding knock echoed from the other side. "Oh, that must be Freddy already!" She dashed to smooth some lipstick across her lips and fluff her hair before grabbing her purse and all but sprinting to the door. She stopped just short of turning the knob and leveled the heated cheeks of her gaze straight at Patsy. "You know Pats, I dunno how you do it, study so much I mean. All we're going to be, anyway, is someone's housewife someday. What you need is to get out there and have fun with a nice looking man."
Patsy laid the book face-down on her chest, eager not to lose her place, and shot back at Molly without missing a beat, "What I'm reading isn't for school. It's lesbian erotic. Ever heard of Ann Bannon? And no, I will never need a man, you see I'm not really into that sort of anatomy. But you, Molly, you go out there and practice being Betty Crocker for some goofy boy who'll forget your name once he graduates to a more sophisticated lady who doesn't calculate her relationship on numbers and bases!"