‘Lucy!’ her mother had said. ‘Get your nose out of your novels and taste some real life.’
So Lucy went to California. She partied at nightclubs, gazed at sapphire skies filtered through palm fronds, and sunbathed by the pool. She strolled the boulevards with the rich and beautiful.
But the nightclubs gave her headaches, the towering palms and crowded pools made her feel small and alone, and people on the boulevards pushed her aside.
Home again, Lucy reached for a novel, where the heroine happily partied, sunbathed, gazed at sapphire skies and strolled among the beautiful. And Lucy felt alive.
This story is for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers, a weekly flash fiction get together where contributors compose 100 word stories in response to a picture prompt.