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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Snap (09/04/08)

TITLE: A tanning story
By dub W


It was quite bright, actually too bright for any decent reading while reclining in the sunshine. Marion adjusted her chair such that her toes were pointed more or less toward the oncoming sun. She tipped her head back on the chair and uttered a peaceful, “ah.”

Lucy, Marion's friend and neighbor, stuck her head out the window. “Getting a bit of sunshine are we?”

“No, daffy, tis how I wait for the trolley.”

Lucy cleared her throat. “Ya know love, that’s how them people in the colonies get the Cancer.”

“Honestly, Lucy. You need to spend less time worrying about everyone else. I’m not getting a burn, only some color. Besides, we haven’t seen the sunshine in three weeks.”

“Nevertheless,” Lucy shook out a dishtowel. “You look every bit as silly as a tulip in winter. What’s all the neighbors going to say?”

“I rather think the neighbors, except for you, don’t care.”

“Well, I for one am not lying about in the middle of the sidewalk just so my bodice doesn’t shine. I’ve got my solution in a bottle.”

Marion laughed. “Oh dear Lucy, you have taken to drinking again?”

Lucy left the window and Marion closed her eyes and tried to listen to her baby monitor inside the open door.

Moments later Lucy appeared on sidewalk in front of Marion. “Ahem.”

Marion peeked through her closed eyes. “Did you bring your chair?” She asked with a snicker.

“Heavens no. But, I did bring my instant tan solution.”

Marion opened her eyes and stared at the bottle that was being pushed to within two inches of her nose. “Gracious, get that thing outa my face, you’ll make me cross eyed.” Marion reached up and grabbed the bottle. “Hmm, it says here on the label, ‘tan in a snap.’ I doubt it.”

“Well, my sister brought it to me after her trip to Disney World in the States. She said it really worked for her. Especially, when they went snorkeling in the ocean.” Lucy retrieved the bottle. “She said it saved them from burning too.”

“Hmmm. Well, I’m not here for an instant tan, burn, or whatever, just some color, like I said.” Marion closed her eyes and leaned back on the chair.

Lucy rolled up her sleeve, “Lookee at my arm. I put some of that stuff on this morning, and look, my arm is brown as a potato, on that patch.”

Marion opened one eye and tried to see her friend’s arm. “Well, I guess it does look a different color than the rest of yer arm.”

“Good suff.”

“If you say so.”

“I say so.”

“Good, while you are standing there cross though the flat and check on the baby for me.”

Lucy walked to the doorway. “You could be checking on yer own baby if you used this quick sun tan oil.”

“Thank you mother watchoverme, now if you don’t mind I have some serious minutes left in the sun.”

That evening Marion and her husband with baby in tow attended the church bizarre. It was an unusually lovely evening, so the bizarre was moved outdoors onto the grounds of the church. “Oh look, William, there’s Lucy and Michael.” She waved to her friend. “Oh, dear, she’s wearing white gloves.”

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Beth LaBuff 09/11/08
Fun, creative take on the topic, "tan in a snap". :) Your ending was great, with the white gloves. Lucy did care what the neighbors thought. :)
Joy Faire Stewart09/12/08
Love the humor, and great dialogue between the ladies.
Kenneth Bridge09/17/08
Great story, but a vocabulary error was a little jarring. Bizarre means odd or weird. I think your church was having a bazaar. That's a Persian loan word meaning marketplace.