This short start to a story is the result of a Who, What, Where, Why, When group writing exercise. Our prompts were:
Who - An old lady
What - Trying to get her license back
Why - To drive to see her lover
Where - Brazil
When - Christmas time
"It's cold out. Don't forget it's cold out."
Ginger was getting herself ready to leave the house, where she had been alone, aside from her orange cabby, for three weeks. She didn't like to leave the house, ordinarily, and this was especially true in December, which it was on this day. Christmas time. But when a person is in love, they will do extraordinary things sometimes.
For Ginger, a 93-year old one-time headlining dancer at the Coco Bongo, the hottest club in Sao Paulo, love was not a thing that came around very often anymore. And when it did, it meant something. And when it meant something, she tended to go a little mad.
Her name was Andrea Teller. She was 83 years old and worked at the Coco for a brief period in the late 80s, until she quit one night unexpectedly, in tears, and without explanation. The rest of the girls thought it strange, but quickly stopped thinking about it at all. The manager, John beard, worried that a patron may have assaulted or threatened her, but as long as she didn't come back with the cops, he didn't care much one way or the other.
Ginger on the other hand was torn apart.
Chicago-born citizen of the globe, rich in the things that really matter. Let's get weird.