The Festiva a’ Brellas was Susan’s favorite fest. As a child she attended with her parents, but now she was a woman of age. This year she could try all the colorful drinks she had witnessed her parents partake. The ones with the brellas in ’em.
Dressed in her favorite new gown, colorful as the festival brellas, she stepped with friends into the night. They would dance, sing, and perhaps do some kissing before the night was through.
Stumbling to the toilet, hands clasped over her mouth, she fell to knees vomiting forth the colorful brella drinks.
Colorful no more.
Perhaps this week’s Friday Fictioneers is a cautionary tale.
#FridayFictioneers is a weekly blog link up hosted by Rochelle over at RochelleWisoff.com. You should totally check it out and perhaps try your hand at writing a 100 word story.