Disco Dancing

Written in response https://sillyfrogsusan.com/2022/11/14/five-word-weekly-challenge-leaving-your-mark/

In her wardrobe, in various colours, were jumpsuits.

She never quite got over the seventies fog, and it had been a while since she wore them. Her school reunion seemed a great time to use them. The only barrier, she wasn’t sure if they would fit.

Laying on the bed, she hugged in her stomach, as far as it would go. Nothing was happening. It would be a miracle if they fit over her legs, let alone the stomach. Jeans and a sparkly top would just have to do.

In the disco, well not a disco, but the old school hall, there was a tower of old friends trying to dance to their old tunes. D-I-S-C-O, and old friend was singing at the top of her lungs, dancing in a pair of flat trainers.

‘Hiya,’ Sheila said, waving her friend over.

‘I can’t remember it being this tough on the legs,’ Laura said.

‘Or the back; love the new look by the way.’

‘This old thing,’ she said, twirling around.

Another old tune, ”Let’s do the time warp again!’ the friends were dancing like they were thirteen again.