Three Blind Muse: Duty Bra Crowd

Its everyone's favorite time of the week; the moment you've all been waiting for: Three Blind Muse. This week we did, as the title suggests, Duty Bra Crowd. Snap, Crackle, Pop.

But before we go ahead, we need to tally the scores from last week: 


Dead heat - 1 to 1




And now for this week's selections:

A Great First Impression

Mary pushed her way through the crowd toward the turnstile and up the stairs. She was immediately swept along by the crowd of professionals making their way to work along the sidewalks of midtown Manhattan.

She tried not to panic as she scanned hesitantly looking for her new office building. She always managed to get turned around when emerging from the Subway. It didn’t help that her new bra was cutting uncomfortably into her shoulder and that her brand new high heels gave her no traction.

Finally. The front door. She navigated the revolving door and approached the guard on duty.

“Hi,” Mary said quietly. The guard was busy chatting with a coworker. “Hi!” she said, louder. Now it felt like everyone in the busy lobby was looking at her.

“Yeah. Ugh. What can I do for you?” the guard asked.

“I need a pass for the office of Turner Tryon & Lewis,” she said. “It’s my first day.”

“Turner’s not here anymore. They moved downtown last week,” he said, turning back to the other guard.

Mary’s eyes flashed to the clock above the guard’s desk. 8:55 a.m.

“Shit,” she said, swiveling toward the exit.

Championship

Will looked out across the crowd that had gathered below his hotel balcony. It was a mass of all available people, all available dress, and all available colors. Some were smiling, celebrating; others were simply there for the spectacle. He saw a young lady with her bra exposed, a young man pouring beer on his friends. Red cups were strewn across the sidewalks, rolling back and forth in the cold night breeze while chants arose and died off in the excitement.

A police officer slowly trotted through the crowd, parting the revelers as he went, people closing in behind as he passed. He was obviously not there to break up the impromptu party, just doing his duty to protect and serve, should the need arise, and remind everyone of his presence.

“You want to go down join the fun?” Will asked through the open sliding glass door. “No, it’s a little late” came the reply.

A small group appeared with a wagon and a keg of beer just as Will turned back toward the street. He paused, thought, glance back through the door, and hopped out onto the fire escape to make the quick climb down to the street.

So, what do you think? Is there a clear winner this week? Use the comment section below or send an email torcdavis3rd@gmail.com to enter your vote for this week's Three Blind Muse winner. We'll announce the winner next week. 

The three words for next week's contest are:

Signature Shorts Garden


Knock it out!


We'll be putting our stories together here at Ashford Living. And if you want to be a guest writer, send your story to me, rcdavis3rd@gmail.com. Remember to follow the rules. If you do, we'd be more than happy to have you in the show!