|Copyright - Renee Heath|
Waiting for the crosstown bus, she eyed the recessed steam grate with a mischievous smile. Packages forgotten, she strolled over and “accidentally” allowed the rush of heated air to blow her summer dress upwards. She turned slowly, languorously favoring a passing businessman with a seductive smile.
On that fateful day, few were spared the daunting sight of 87-year-old Margaret Flannery, her faded Goodwill attire flapping about her pale, wrinkled thighs. While the onset of dementia might, in many ways, be a sad and horrific thing, for that frozen moment in time it brought “Marilyn” nothing but the greatest of joy.
This story was written for the weekly Friday Fictioneers flash fiction photo prompt.