Mira caressed the blue lace that formed the straps of the skater dress, and smiled at the way that it complimented the shimmery polish that she had on her fingernails. The dress had been stowed in the back of her closet, hanging limply, since she never could have worn it to the office. The hollow pit in her stomach from recent events that had transpired was assuaged by that fact that she, while working from home, got to make her own rules. With a flourish she donned the beautiful dress and meandered over to the mirror to admire herself.
This story was written in response to two prompts.
The first prompt was from the Carrot Ranch Literary community: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about a new way to office. Has the office changed? Can we return to normal after big changes or time away? Go where the prompt leads!
The second prompt was from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Wordle #245: Shimmer, Lace, Hollow, Fingernails, Stow, Limp, Flourish, Blue, Transpire, Meander, Never, Caress