Looks Like a Princess to Me

This was a draft from an old prompt. Don’t remember why I didn’t get around to posting this, but here it is. Enjoy.

Panicked, the man ran from rack to rack.
“Can I help you, Sir?” The clerk asked.
“I only looked away for a minute.”
“You’ve lost something?”
The man frantically wiped aside clothes on the nearby racks, looking underneath one. “Jackson!”
The clerk’s hands fluttered against her chest. “Oh my; shall I call security?”
“Jackson, I swear to God, when I get my hands on you.”
“I’m sure he’s close by, but threatening him won’t make him come out of hiding,” the clerk said, in a strained, high voice.
“Him?”
A look of confusion crossed the clerk’s face. “You said, Jackson. Aren’t we looking for a boy?”
The man rolled his eyes. “It’s a gender neutral name,” he said, moving to the next rack. “Haven’t you heard the latest, gender terms are offensive.”
“Offensive?” The clerk moved with him, scanning the area for a wandering child. “To whom?”
“Not to me,” he said, stopping abruptly, “It’s a family name.” A smile spread across his face. The clerk followed his gaze.
The child stood on the dressing stage in front of a large mirror. Tiny hands clutched her frilly pink dress, and dark brown curls bounced with each twirl.images
“She looks like a princess to me; all girl,” he said.

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A Record of Fond Memories

Daily Post Prompt: Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt – Record.

What an interesting word.  It’s a word we’ve heard a lot of lately and refers to a number of different things- a list of accomplishments, an account of specific occurrences, sports, safety, dental, medical, court, or criminal records.

However, when I saw this word, I thought of only one thing – a record. That thin, black, plastic disc which carried within its fine lines, the songs of my youth.

I can still remember going to the five and dime store, buying the latest hit single, racing home, and nearly wearing the thing out on mom’s prized stereo.

We were all in love with Elvis! CD‘s are convenient and more durable. But, there’s nothing like slipping a brand new vinyl record from its paper cover, placing it on the turntable, and dancing the afternoon with my sisters. Fond memories of a simpler time.

What about you? Remember vinyl records? Who was your favorite singer?

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