In response to our host at Friday Fictioneers Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. My little story follows the picture.
It was a cold spring in Little Rock. The winter had been especially brutal. What kept Harry from being depressed was the annual Spring Prom tonight. It would be his first real date.
It had taken him two months to work up the courage to ask Ginger to be his date. He took some dance lessons from Ms. Carter. The tux was a rental. He even rented his shoes. The weather promised to cooperate. And to top it off, that big pimple on his forehead had healed.
His dad had promised him he could take the Edsel.