The party was dull. Roger looked longingly at the mirror on the wall, he was listening to a man drivel on about buses.
He willed for there to be another world beyond the reflective pane that he could dive into.
Busman droned on, Roger wished.
Then, suddenly, an arm came through the glass, grabbed hold of his lapel and pulled!
Roger went with it, dragged into the most wonderful salon, filled with pretty girls, flowing wine and music. He tried kissing a girl.
The slap that he got brought him out of his dream.
Busman did not appreciate the tongue.
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Oops! Not quite the dream he was seeking. It sounded hopeful in the beginning. Nice one! Your second to last sentence wants a period.
Thanks Amy,
I’ve made the correction – good spot (I was busy drinking a beer whilst writing….).
Kelly
Kelly, I probably notice it more because lately my period key doesn’t work, and I have to press extra hard to put a period in. My periods are going missing. 🙂
Dear Kelly,
That’s the kind of dream that can get a person in trouble. Very funny.
shalom,
Rochelle
Dear Kelly, I think this is a great short story! Funny and entertaining. Have a good week! Nan 🙂
What could be more droll than a story about buses? I’d want to go through the mirror, too.
Kelly, Funny story. 😀 That mirror is causing all kinds of trouble. Roger has a somewhat dangerous imagination. Well written. 🙂 —Susan