Note: Today the WordPress daily prompt intrigued me: “If you could be part of any fictional universe, what would it be? And why? (For example Star Wars, Mad Men, Hamlet, etc.)”
I thought about it throughout the day and decided upon the fictional universe of The Great Gatsby. Rather than list possible reasons for that choice – the fashions, the conflicted post-World War I era, the intriguing but shallow characters, etc. – I am choosing to enter the universe via my 50-word fiction. So I climbed into the minor-major character Jordan Baker’s psyche to visit Fitzgerald’s literary Jazz-age world.
I rather resent Daisy’s crusade in finding me a suitable man.
I suppose she distrusts my taste in the male species. Understandable.
I don’t trust myself – in anything.
Tonight Cousin Nick is the lamb to be sacrificed upon the altar of Jordan’s respectability.
I pray I don’t like the fellow.