Marilyn's dream was to sing to Jack, to let him know how important he was in her life. She wiggled and squirmed and flirted her way into that very dream, finding herself in a dress so tight she had to be sewn into it, standing in front of the mic, shading her eyes in order to see exactly where he sat in the crowd, tapping the mic, then launching into a breathy rendition of "Happy Birthday".
It was just as she'd seen it over and over in her mind... with the exception she was a 58 year old woman whose body had given birth to (and not recovered from) 4 children and he was the President of her bowling league.
Still, a dream is a dream, and she enjoyed hers to the last note.
Ha, ha! That's very good. Poor Marilyn!
ReplyDeleteBe careful what you wish for haha - love it!
ReplyDeleteLiked this... A clever play on Jack and Marilyn
ReplyDeleteThis keeps replaying itself in my head like a mini-movie. Another gem, thanks quin.
ReplyDeleteHa!
ReplyDeleteThis is just a fun piece. Great idea, better execution. You do see it play out in your mind.
ReplyDeleteAnd that's the way the apple pie crumbles!Arf! Goal!
ReplyDeleteA great little piece of writing Quin. I've updated your link on my blog as well. Have a great weekend. :-)
ReplyDeleteOuch! But I'm glad she stuck with her dream
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