Lush melodies drew her to the door of the lounge, the friendly smiles enticed her inside. The rain almost stopped her from going out for a little fun to counteract nearly eighty hours of work that week. She was, at best, a fringe member of her clique of professional women who liked to travel in a group, trying to avoid unwanted attention.
She had been the first to arrive at the Cinderella Lounge, known for its great fried fish dinners, as well as the best golden ale in the surrounding area. It was generally free of ex-felons and other annoying characters looking for a dame who could afford to give them the life that they wanted to grow accustomed to living.
She had walked in to the smooth tones of the jazz trumpeter who’d noticed her the moment she had came through the door. He had smiled at her, and she, cautiously, had smiled back. By the time the other three members of her group had arrived, she and the trumpeter, Albert, were on a first-name basis.
He’d been fascinated with her knowledge of jazz, and she had marveled that he would play the songs she wanted to hear. The music had swirled around her, and she had felt cocooned in its beauty. Boy, could he make that trumpet talk!
Alas, the evening did not end with Albert accompanying her home as he had wished! He had been more interested in her job and salary than in her heart and even her body. While she would never forget the sweet music and the amazing taste of the fried trout, she forgot Albert pretty quick! She wasn’t going to be anybody’s Sugar Mama!
Written for First Line Friday for July 31, 2020 from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. The prompt:Lush melodies drew her to the door of the lounge, the friendly smiles enticed her inside. Fandango prompt is Rain. Ragtag prompt is Fringe. Word of the Day Challenge is First. Your Daily Prompt is Felon. The Daily Spur prompt is Fish.
A great story making good use of all those prompts. Nicely done. I thinks your heroine made a wise choice by going home alone.
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