The Big Apple. Trip of a lifetime. Looking up at the Empire State as the wind whips up East 34th, tangling my perfect holiday hair. The smell of New York – hot dog stands, gasoline and some sweet lingering scent blown in from the East River. Manolo’s tip-tapping along the sidewalk in time to music pumping from the hottest night club. Wishing this moment could last forever.
Manolos’ indeed! Fluffy slippers padding against the floral-patterned carpet these days. Never did make it to New York. I put the photo down. Sure was nice of my granddaughter to send it to me.
(100 words. On the nose)
My latest attempt at a 100-word story for Rochelle Wisoff Fields’ #FridayFictioneers challenge. Feels like the structure is too similar to the one I attempted last week. I need to mix things up a bit!