Story Starter 17th August

Our story starter from Fandango this week is

As soon as she stepped into the room she realized that…

As soon as she stepped into the room she realized that she was wearing the wrong clothes.
It was her husband’s fault. He was the organiser so he should have warned her, but then he was equally overdressed in a suit and tie.
She had spent hours shopping for a new dress, finally settling on one in sapphire blue. It was full length with a strappy bodice but had a chiffon cape draping over the shoulders. She’d also treated herself to a new pair of shoes and matching clutch bag for the occasion.
She was appalled that everyone else was in jeans or casual dress. How could he have got it so wrong?
Luckily, no-one knew her as this was the first social function she’d attended. Her husband was chatting to his boss and hadn’t seen her come in. She could have cried as he never seemed to want her at his side.
She had a choice.
She could brave it all, join her husband and introduce herself, or she could discretely leave and get a taxi home.
As she was about to use the phone in the lobby, she heard a familiar voice and turned to see an ex boyfriend from five years before. They’d parted as friends and she was glad to see a friendly face.
‘How lovely to see you!’ he said. ‘You look wonderful. ‘
‘Thanks,’ she replied. ‘How are you keeping?’
‘I’m fine thanks. Firm do, and I’m bored stupid as the wife’s not well so I had to come on my own. How about you?’
She laughed bitterly and explained what had happened.
‘Come and join us then. We’re all poshed up and you’d fit in marvellously. ‘
‘You’re not going to try and pass me off as your wife are you?’ she grinned.
‘Heavens no. They all know Carol anyway. I’ll just introduce you as an old friend who’s not going to let her ticket go to waste.’
‘You’re on!’ she said taking his arm. She’d deal with her husband tomorrow.

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I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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26 Responses to Story Starter 17th August

  1. Carol anne says:

    that was awesome Di! A cool story!

  2. I enjoyed this story, Di. Well done!

  3. I think it is much better to show up at an event being overdressed than it is to be undressed for the occasion, as people would look at you as being classy rather than being a slob.

  4. Sadje says:

    Good take Di! Being overdressed is equally embarrassing as being underdressed.

  5. murisopsis says:

    Oh! I know that feeling of being overdressed! At least she had an escape plan for her evening – if not her marriage!

  6. queadrian says:

    I feel fun with this story, Di.
    “She have to deal with her husband tomorrow”!!!

  7. Great take on the prompt, Di

  8. Fandango says:

    Sounds like things worked out nicely that night…for both of them.

  9. All dressed up and nowhere to go? not any more!

  10. willowdot21 says:

    Great story Di I wonder what she said to her husband.💜

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