The Last Party

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a complete story, beginning, middle and end using 100 words or less using the photo prompt for inspiration. My story follows the photo below.

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PHOTO PROMPT – © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Well, I should get out of this hotel bed. What a wild party that was last night. And to think Brian said I should’t drive home. I don’t remember that beautiful light fixture up there. Hey, that’s Uncle Paul and Aunt Marion looking down at me. They weren’t  there last night. Why are they saying I look natural? What do you mean I was only 36; I’m 34.

And there’s my Mom right behind them. Why’s she crying? And she’s got her black dress one. The dress that she reserves for funerals.

Hey, who’s putting the sheets over me. Hey!

30 comments

  1. Oh dear… I had a niggling thought that was where this would end up. That’s why kids drinking then driving usually lands you in one place…the local morgue.

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