It was Derby Day and I was headed out to an event to root for the ponies. One needs to get glammed up for Derby Day. I was wearing a charming blue dress that matched my eyes and a fabulous pair of 5-inch heels. I felt great and was looking forward to a fun day with friends.
When I arrived at the event, I headed to the bar to get a drink, and when in Rome, well Kentucky, ok, ok, I wasn’t in Rome or Kentucky but since it was a Derby Party the featured drink was the Mint Julep. I had never had one before so that’s what I ordered. I can’t say I loved it, but it wasn’t awful, so I sipped as I mingled.
Standing and chatting in a cluster of people I suddenly got very, very dizzy. It was as though someone flipped a switch. I was fine and then I wasn’t. I started to break out into a cold sweat. My stomach started to churn and I felt like I was going to pass out. I whispered to the closest friend that I needed to sit down ASAP. The place was packed, not a table or chair in sight. There was however an open space on the patio wall. That was going to have to do.
Now in front of this wall was an area that was nicely mulched, ready for flowers to be planted. It was a very thick layer of mulch. I didn’t pay much attention, as I was more concerned with the fact that I was feeling rather green. It was just one drink, what the heck. I stayed put perched on the wall until after the race. A band started playing and my friends and I decided to go check it out. I stood up, forgetting that I was standing in six inches of mulch in 5-inch heels. As soon as I stood, I started to sink, and down I went fluttering to the ground. I tried to get up as gracefully as possible, as quickly as possible, but the damn mulch!
Derby Day parties have become a tradition, but now I skip the Mint Julep and stick to donning a fancy hat. Oh, and I steer clear of the mulch!
Let’s Get Emotional
My goal with the challenge this year is to use it as an exercise to write something focused on a particular emotion. I hope to convey that mood or feeling through word choice in the story. I welcome your feedback on what worked or didn’t for you in each piece.
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