This 50-word story is based on a prompt suggested by for his bi-monthly “Fifties by The Fire” at . See more of the stories for this prompt HERE
The photo is by master photographer, John Lightie.
What Has Been Seen Cannot Be Unseen
I entered without knocking and found my mother dancing with Uncle Charles. Multi-colored lights pulsed from a strobe, The Dead were spinning on the turntable. In the air, the scent of patchouli. They were drinking tequila shots, and wearing nothing but love beads.
Joining them seemed out of the question.
There is 1969, seen not simply once again, but from new eyes.
Isn't it?
50 words used well!