Mary is not just a writer — she’s a brave woman to throw me a word like “Reality.” There’s no telling where I might go with that! These three things took me in directions I didn’t expect, but that’s the point of this serial — to let the words all of you supply drive the plot and characters. By the way, you are most welcome to leave your own three things in comments. Hint-hint… 🙂
And now, another episode of our little 1920’s story. Remember you can do catch up reading at the page where the full story lives, the Three Things Serial page.
Associate, Challenge, Reality
The flapper in the sequins bounced away, the fringe of her dress dancing as she went. She turned back, smiled, and waved to someone behind me. She called, “Hey Doctor Fred! Come on and Charleston with us!” Then she looked at me and rolled her eyes. “Those scientist types…”
Doctor was a title that I associated with dignity and age. I found it hard to imagine any “Doctor” doing the Charleston. However, a moment later a man in his thirties, wearing a tuxedo hurried past me. “Good morning, Miss, and pardon me. Please make yourself at home,” he said in a Canadian accent and motioned toward the yacht.
How could I resist?
I had never been on any vessel bigger than a fishing boat. I certainly had never seen inside a luxurious yacht. I spotted Frankie; then I saw Mona and Flavio. I called out and motioned for them to come to the yacht. It was a challenge to my patience, but I waited for them before boarding the gorgeous craft.
When Mona reached me her eyes were as big as saucers. “Pip, I think that man was Dr. Fredrick Banting. He won a Nobel Prize, and he’s the youngest to ever win it for Medicine!”
“That’s absolutely ducky,” I said with an impish grin. “I bet there really is a microscope in there.”
They all looked at me like I was goofy. I held up my pocketbook, even though they couldn’t know what was inside. “Remember that key? Maybe I can see what’s engraved on it with a microscope.”
Sure enough, the yacht was ritzy. Mona plopped down on a chaise lounge, pouted her lips, and peered up at us from beneath her eyelashes. She looked for all the world like Clara Bow.
Flavio grinned and bowed over her outstretched hand. “Just remember, toots,” he cautioned. “This is all a fantasy world. ”
Mona sighed dramatically. “But I want it to be my reality.”