Rainbow Brite & the Red Dress- a Short Story

I’ve been working on a short story based on a writing prompt I found on Pinterest. This is where I find most of my writing prompts and this one struck me so hard, that I actually came up with an idea of a collection of short stories based on it. I have all the ideas for each story and am in the middle of writing them. The goal is to self-publish on Amazon Kindle when it is completed.

The prompt that started it all is: a red dress, a tattoo gun and 2 pals. I saw it, opened my notebook to a new page, wrote the prompt down and immediately started writing what fell out of my head. The following is a work in progress…


It was the red dress…the red dress made me do it. This is something that I wouldn’t have done in a million years, but here we are, all because of the damned red dress. I am in massive pain with a Rainbow Brite tattoo on my ass cursing at my own stupidity as my two best friends, Zack and Abrey just sit there laughing, telling me it is cool AF.

This mess started hours ago when we decided to go out for the night. They came over and went through my closet with me. Nothing looked right and I was just about to suggest we stay in with a pizza, beer and a movie when Zack pulled a bag out of the back of the closet. He told me to put it on and let’s go already. I have never worn it; it used to be my mothers, but I knew it fit perfectly, like a glove. But it wasn’t my style or taste. I was quieter and more reserved, my mother on the other hand was quirky and eclectic and fun, always the life of the party. She has been gone for years and this perfect dress has been in the back of the closet as a remembrance of her.

I start to protest but am quickly silenced as Zack holds up his hand to dismiss my weak point. Abrey is already pulling off my sweater as Zack hands me the dress and walks into the living room to make us all a pre night out cocktail. Abrey heads out too as she tells me to do a dark eye and red lip combo.

Sitting on the edge of the bed holding the dress, I hear a small laugh…her laugh. I sit and listen, and I hear a small whisper float through my mind–“Go, be free”, she says, “Live the life you were always afraid to.” UUUGGGHHH, fine, you can’t argue with that voice. Her way was always THE way, until I was old enough to make my own decisions and I rebelled by becoming an assistant in a large corporation wearing sensible shoes. A stark contrast to her running around barefoot in large paint splattered oxford shirts and inked stained cargo pants.

We always got along, even after I went my own way. She just never understood the reason I was so bottled up and neither did I really. I guess I thought that’s what being a grownup was all about, not the Peter Pan life my mother lived. But tonight, I would be different, tonight I would wear the red dress and the bold makeup and have an adventure like my mother, Tess, had every day of her life. Tonight, I would honor my mother.

Dressing quickly, I went to work on my hair and face. It didn’t take too long. Just because I never made up like this doesn’t mean I didn’t know how. Tess had been giving me makeup lessons since I was 12. Looking in the mirror, I actually liked what I saw; it looked good, and I felt free. One night only though, tomorrow it’s back to corporate tweeds and natural makeup. The sexy, just got out of bed hair would be replaced with my signature low bun.

Walking out of the bedroom to catcalls and whistles I laughed as Zack handed me a drink. Looking me dead in the eye he said, “Honey, if I were straight, I’d bang you right now.”

“Thanks for the compliment, Zack. Ok Abrey, what do you think?”

She looks me up and down, throws her shot back and said, “Beth, if I wasn’t straight, I would bang you right now.”

You can’t beat that kind of approval. I downed my drink and we headed out the door…

That is just a little taste of what I am working on. Stay tuned.

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Hi, I'm Tracie. I am a writer, reader, life coach, lover of the city and the beach. I am a big fan of all things caffeinated. I dig things from many different decades, but am a definite child of the 80's. My blog is about everything and anything my mind conjures up. Enjoy the ride.

6 thoughts on “Rainbow Brite & the Red Dress- a Short Story

  1. I have 2 tattoos. My first one is Tigger just because I’ve always loved his fun, carefree style. My second on is a paw print creating ripples. Because of my love for animals and how what we do does cause a ripple effect in the lives around us .


  2. My first tatoo was a name “ALAKA’I” the name of my music group but also part of my mom’s hawaiian name “KAHOKUALAKA’I” is her full hawaiian name and it means the star of heaven…of course later I put a cross around it…nice start for your short story

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