She eyed herself in the silvered glass, feeling out of place amongst lace doilies and colorless photographs in tarnished frames. The tall, stern woman in old fashioned clothing addressed her: “Victoria!” She turned and with 21st century cool stated, “The name’s Vicky.”
You should try your own hand at the gargleblaster. This week’s prompt?
“Have all your clocks stopped?” comes from Alice Munro’s short story A Real Life. Have fun!