Fashion dictated miniskirts after forty were a no-no. Gloria didn’t care.
Behind Gucci frames, she waved at the slack-jawed yokels and sashayed down main street. Cars honked. She blew kisses.
The breeze exposed a problem. Gloria’s smile melted. The diva had tucked the back of her skirt into her underwear.
Jennifer Chase 
Reminds me of Shel Silverstein poetry. Gave me an early morning chuckle, thanks for having written it!
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Re: Karen’s Gobe
Lovely piece I was right there in that trailer! When I was a kid, I always thought my Dad was a secret agent, too! There were lots of really sweet details that resonated with me, Dad’s odd jobs were awesome. Nice job, thanks for sharing!!
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Oops. That does seem like an unfortunate fashion problem to have. 🙂
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