This 50-word story was made for as a contribution to his Fifties by the Fire. The prompt was ‘time slipping away’.
The Time Machine
She selects G9 on the ancient jukebox, and instantaneously teleports to 1958.
She finds herself in Al’s Creamery after school with ninth-grade friends, wearing black and white saddle shoes with heel taps, ghost-pale lipstick. Johnny Otis is on the turntable, and they’re all doing that crazy hand jive.
She’s staying.
*tap arrow THREE times if you want to hand jive with Johnny…
.. ‘ghost pale lipstick y’say.. th hell ? 🦎🏴☠️
I really love how your writing transports me to the dance floor! 😊