Ahoy! The following post is a new project I’m starting called What Does This Remind You Of, in hopes of connecting with other creative bloggers! Every Thursday, I’ll post a picture of something, and write a short post about what it reminds me of. If you’re a blogger, write a post about what this reminds you of too, and link to it at the bottom of this post. (Be sure to include photo credits.) This is especially helpful for writers/bloggers to get their idea juices flowin! If you’re not a blogger/writer, feel free to leave a comment and share your thoughts too! Let’s discover new blogs and create stories together

I’m thinking glitz. Glamour. Big hair, fish net stockings, and whiskey breath. I’m thinking this night started out with good intentions. Her stocking feet were never supposed to touch the floor. The shoes were a gamble, she’d never worn anything like them before, but her friends talked her into buying them. And she was on the prowl tonight.

They were at a concert, and the band she was seeing didn’t start till 11pm. Her and her lady friends got there at 8, and there was nothing to do but drink, smoke, and make eye contact with every tall, dark and handsome.

About three whiskey’s in she was feeling on fire. She makes the escape from her lady friends and chats up a guy by the speakers. He just works there, but he’s not drunk and he’s not hitting on her, so she likes talking to him. But it’s not long before she’s getting the ‘go away’ vibe, so she moves on to a group of young hipsters. The second opening band starts up and it’s hard to hear. Most of the people she talks to smile and nod. She goes back to her lady friends only to find them apart, a few at the bar, a few in the line for the ladies room.

She takes it upon herself to walk up to a stranger and ask for a drink. It’s hard to tell the color of his hair but he’s a bit shorter than her with a small pooch, and a super kind face. He loves her instantly and she can tell by the way he can’t take his eyes off her and willingly orders her drink. She smiles and nods at a lot of the things he says, tells him she’s always wanted to be an ice skater, then easily dodges the question of what she does for a living and later adding that she is there alone.

That, of course, is the last thing she remembers.

She wakes up in her own bed hot, groggily flashing on memories of the night before, a brightly lit diner at some point, a rock in her shoe. The pain of which throbs in her left foot now. A quick look around tells her that her sweater is missing, along with her shoes, and there is dried mustard on her leg.

She curses her luck and walks into the bathroom, where she  removes her wig and scrubs her face. Prepped for another day, she walks out into the street. Tall, dark, and handsome.

Here’s What You Do Now

1. Write a post with this week’s picture and what it reminds you of. Be sure to add photo credits, and a link back to this site with the button below so your readers can get involved too!

2. Link to your blog post using the blue ‘ADD YOUR LINK’ button below. Let me know if you don’t see it… (Note: All irrelevant posts will be deleted).

3. Visit the person’s blog who posted before you in the link-up. Let them know what you thought of their post! This is a pretty crucial part of this project, because it gives us the opportunity to build a community. Please, please, please make sure to encourage one another in their writing endeavors!

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Monique Muro

Monique is an exceedingly happy human from LA. She runs the blog A Novel Quest, and writes. A lot.

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