Here’s a new one built from journal-scraps from an in-class exercise. It was in first person. Now it’s in 3rd. I might change it back. Second person? Dunno. Enjoy!
Fancypants Cocktail She’d never been to such a swanky club before, and was flattered by the crisp attention of the bartenders. The drink menu was printed on a kind of papyrus, and each beverage had a perfect name: Jenny’s Golden Dew, The Foghorn, The Cloudy Peach. She knew she shouldn’t ask for her usual, so she spoke the most elegant sounding moniker: “Alabaster Lil,” and it was like she’d uttered aloud the name of a secret lover. It might taste like the end of prohibition, or maybe like eleven ballerinas doing elegant gymnastics. The place was filled to the rafters with shine and style, and she wished for less scruff and more polish. For the moments it took for the barkeep to cook up her drink, she believed it could Wonderland her like Alice, get her through doors, to the right parties. The drink itself was rotten but beneath the pressed linen gazes of her fellow patrons, she swallowed it; in spite of her best wishes, it wouldn’t swallow her.NaPoWriMo — Monday, April 12
Liz Ahl 