Life of the Party – Friday Fictioneers

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Copyright – Marie Gail Stratford

Genre: Humor (100 words)

Life of the Party

Flipping her lion’s mane of hair with a fire in her eyes, Lana applied another coat of “Tahitian Sunrise” to her lips.

Clapping, “Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go.”

“To where?” I asked, the TV glare in my eyes.

“To the party.”

“It’s just a bar. Probably no one there.”

We arrived at a dusty shack, the jukebox playing songs no one knew the words to. No matter, Lana rolled in like a disco ball, mounds spilling from her sequined tube top.

Dancing bodies filled the door. The volume turned high. Glasses smashed to the floor.

Sure enough. Lana’s legacy.

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I’m noticing a certain theme in my stories with Friday Fictioneers. I must need to get out!

Thanks to our party host, this week and every week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and to Marie Gail Stratford for the most interesting photo.

All are welcome to participate in this challenge to write a 100-word story based on the photo prompt. Please visit this page for instructions.

Visit this link for more stories from the Fictioneers. There are sure to be some unusual stories this week!

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71 thoughts on “Life of the Party – Friday Fictioneers

    1. Thank you, Jen! That makes me feel like I did my job here. I just keep at it and hope I can come up with something. This was one was especially hard for me. Maybe we all need a little Lana once in a while. 🙂

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  1. “Tahitian Sunrise” – wasn’t that one of the colors Peg Bogs was selling in Edward Scissorhands? The scene with the teen girl who didn’t have money to actually buy any of the products.

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    1. I so enjoyed that movie, Trent. My first choice for lipstick color was “Strawberry Punch,” and then I came up with “Tahitian Sunrise.” It could be I had that name from “Scissorhands” in my subconscious. Who knows?!

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  2. I don’t usually read fiction pieces on blogs, but this one caught my eye as I scrolled down through my reader! The picture, the word party, who could resist! You totally captured the party girl spirit there, I wanna get up and dance with Lana 🙂

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    1. Thanks, Vanessa. Thanks for stopping in to read some fiction. I know it can be hard to do on the blogs. I’m not sure why. Longer pieces are definitely harder to read. I totally get that.

      Me, too! Lana knows how to liven things up. 🙂

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  3. Lana is kind of frightening. I think she’s the kind of woman I’d watch from across the room. I’d never take my eyes off her and I’d be hoping all the while that she doesn’t look in my direction for fear that I’d melt on the spot.

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  4. I got a great visually image of Lana. My wife loves to dance too. There’s a place called George’s Majestic Lounge on Dickson St. in Fayetteville that has Happy Hour in the beer garden every Friday from 6 to 8 with live music. That’s good timing for folks my age. We can party, then go to dinner and still be home by 10pm. 🙂

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    1. Great. Thanks, Russell. That sounds like just my kind of place, Russell. I can still stay up late. I’m a night owl, but the drinking thing has to be pretty minimal. My body says “no!” It sounds like the perfect evening!

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  5. Great story Amy.
    I knew a Lana like this back in the day. She was the drummer’s wife. And except that my Lana loathed sequins and didn’t have mounds spilling out of her tube-tops, this is a spot on description of her. No one came to see the band play; everyone came to see Lana dance.

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    1. Ha ha! I love that. Everyone came to see Lana dance. Maybe there’s one in every crowd. If she was the drummer’s wife, she was more than a bit player. Fun people make it all come together somehow even though it may seem like complete chaos. Thanks, Melanie.

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    1. True and a good point, Janet. I had a few friends who took some chances and got a little crazy. I’ve never forgotten them. It was fun to be around them even if it meant trouble. 🙂

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