We were only warming up with a short time of free writing based on a picture prompt chosen from a set of postcards.
I chose the one of the girl in the yellow dress, I didn't notice her expression, or the fact she had a flower in her hand but her dress reminded me of daffodils so I started off...
"Her dress was daffodil yellow..."
And then I was off. I've since changed the beginning and who knows quite where it will end but this is part 1
He was dressed like James Bond, very suave she thought, the unmistakable tailoring of his suit had the air of extravagance to it.
“You’ve picked a good one this time.” She silently congratulated herself.
As she was assessing his worth she noted he was making his own appraisal. She was thankful for her friend Clare whose skill with a needle created a masterpiece that showed off her curves to best effect.
Seemingly he approved too, his smile was both dangerous and disarming and something inside her fluttered.
Her dress was the colour of rich butter; she was no longer a margarine girl from the council estate. She was off to a grand ball, only Sebastian had neglected to tell her it was a black and white "do".
As soon as they entered the ballroom her mistake became apparent even to her uneducated eye. She stood out for all the wrong reasons, a lone daffodil in a bouquet of exquisite lilies. Common – that was the only word for it.
Suddenly she was fourteen again in a hand-me-down dress at the school disco. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes. Sebastian realising his faux pas of picking the wrong kind of flower was nonchalantly looking around and ever so slightly distancing himself from her.
It took courage not to turn her back on the lot of them and run. She didn’t belong here, that was painfully obvious. Were they already sniggering? Or was it her overworked imagination?
In the split second of deciding what to do for the best to salvage the situation a waiter appeared by her side.
“Champagne?” Glasses sparkled elegantly on a tray presented to her. “The colour perfectly matches your dress.” He added with a wink and she knew it would be rude to refuse.
Of course Sebastian had completely deserted her by this point, but she stood a little taller, breathed deeply and took a sip…
How will it end? I have a few ideas, I'll keep working on it and hopefully will share some more soon!