The roll call topic this month was to write no more than 150 words as you would 100 years ago. Here’s the winner.

A Flapper’s Story

by Peggy Chambers

Leaning in to check my rouge once more time, I smile at the fringed dress and shimmy to make it shake. I like the way the fringe moves with me. My beads won’t hang straight like they do on some girls, but no matter, they’re still beads. My grandmother would roll over in her grave if she saw me now. So would my mother. They’d think of me as a dewdropper, not working on the farm anymore, but I have a job in town that leaves me with time for the speakeasies. Dancing is the bees knees, and I might just pick up an egg with lots of money! Well, time to ankle on out to the dance floor and make the fringe move. When the light shines on it, it’s applesauce. I’ll be the prettiest dame there.