Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: No One Dresses Up Anymore.


“I feel overdressed, ” Shannon told Aubrey. Both girls were dressed in silky cocktail gowns and wore sparkly stiletto sandals. Shannon had even worn her Mother’s diamond earring and Aubrey’s her Grandma’s emerald cuff.

Aubrey gazed around the restaurant. Most people were dressed in jeans and the odd person wore professional attire.

“My Grandma told me this was a fancy restaurant,” Aubrey sputtered. “She dresses in her finest when she comes here. She showed me the mink coat she wears over a long gown.” 

“Well, whatever . . .” Shannon said. She flounced up to the hot maitre’d and told him they had reservations for two. The maitre’d devoured both girls with his eyes and grinned.

“What’s the special occasion ladies?” 

“Oh, we’re here for supper and then out to the Opera, Carman.” Aubrey told the maitre’d who kept staring at her.

“No one dresses up anymore here, or at the Opera. It’s refreshing to see you two in cocktail dresses. Jeans are worn for most any occasion these days.” The maitre’d said flirting with Aubrey.

Shannon laughed. “Do you ever get an elderly woman here wearing a mink coat? She’s probably more overdressed than us?” 

The maitre’d chuckled. “Mrs. Reston, she comes here every Sunday covered in her diamonds and furs.” 

Aubrey grinned. “Yep. That’s my Grandma.”

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