She appeared out of nowhere, as if she walked onto the shore from the sea. I rubbed my eyes. Was I seeing correctly? Was she real or an apparition? As she neared, I could see that she was looking directly at me, her dark eyes hauntingly fixed upon me. Her mouth formed a pout. I couldn’t tell if her expression was one of sadness or of sensuality. She held a lit sparkler in her hand that she held out to me. I reached out to grab it, but it was as if I was merely touching a mist. She disappeared .
Written for Bikurgurl’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt. Photo credit: KAL VISUALS at Unsplash.com.
Marylou was a daddy’s girl, and a spoiled brat for sure. When she turned 16 and got her driver’s license, her father asked her what she wanted for her birthday. “I want Barbie’s car, Daddy dear,” she said. And so daddy bought his precious little girl a classic, 1959 pink Cadillac convertible.Marylou loved her pink Cadillac. It was unlike anything any of her rich, cliquey, valley girl friends had. Unfortunately for Marylou, her rich, cliquey, valley girl friends were vindictive bitches and they couldn’t stand the fact that Marylou had the coolest car of any of the rich, cliquey, valley girls at their school.
One morning, Marylou came out of her house to find her beautiful pink Cadillac covered in whipped cream. She ran inside her house and cried to her daddy. He threw Marylou a towel, ran out, ran out the front door, grabbed a hose, and sprayed the car down. Then he helped his daughter dry the car.
“It fills me with sadness,” he said, “that children these days are so mean and cruel,” and grabbed his precious little girl and hugged her.
And now this:
Written for Paula Light’s Thursday Inspiration prompt, where the theme is music. Also for yesterday’s Three Things Challenge, also from Paula Light, where the three things are we “Cadillac,” “towel,” and “sadness.”