It’s day 19 of the #TopsyTurvyBookTour over on Instagram! Yesterday we had a bit of fun and dropped Emily, Rabbit, and Templeton into Mel Brooks’ classic movie: Young Frankenstein. Today, we’re back on track. Templeton is strolling through a party at The Great Gatsby’s house. Here we go…
(This is a derivative work based on The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald.)
Templeton wasn’t about to let anyone other than himself decide his own fate.
Running from the ‘MMMmmm!’ he’d turned left while Emily and Rabbit turned right. As moans and pounding footsteps were overtaken by loud music and raucous laughter, Templeton slowed to a stroll.
He paused in front of a mirror to straighten his collar, adjust his jacket, and remove a piece of lint from his sleeve. Better.
Leaving the dim black and white corridor behind, he opened the door to a banquet hall filled with color and light. Men and women danced, smoked, and drank cocktails –pouring alcohol as freely as water. Templeton caught a flute of champagne off a tray as a server passed. The sunset through the windows was brilliant and the party was in full swing.
Templeton nodded to guests as he walked: Socialites, sports stars, and various celebrities sparkled throughout the throng. He paused when he recognized Babe Ruth. It was too bad Rabbit was missing this.
A petite blonde bumped into him, her knee-length dress of pearl-colored layered mesh swinging around her slender frame. She grasped his arm and tilted her sweet face upward. Her lips parted as she squeaked out a small ‘ooo!’ Templeton enjoyed the view as he steadied the girl.
“Oh, I’m sorry!” she apologized. “Say, you wouldn’t have seen Gatsby? I’ve been trying to find him all night, but he seems to keep slipping away!”
Templeton leaned down and whispered into her ear. “What makes you think I’m not Gatsby?”
The partygoer gave a little squeal and Templeton put a finger to his lips. “Shh,” he winked. “I need to make the rounds.”
She bobbed her head, the sleek blond tresses swinging back and forth. “Maybe later you can spin me out on the dance floor,” she breathed.
Templeton brushed her chin with his thumb and forefinger. “Perhaps,” he smiled. He continued forward through the crowd, his eyes scouting the room. He briefly held F. Scott Fitzgerald’s gaze before moving outside underneath the evening sky.
…stay tuned as tomorrow Emily and Rabbit are running from something BIG in Jurassic Park! (Now posted!) 🙂
Are you a writer? Please join us! Drop your characters into F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby and post it on Instagram! Use the hashtag #TopsyTurvyBookTour & tag hosts @saffron.amatti, @elenchase, and @writertracybrown so we can see your characters in another’s work!
What’s this about?
In August 2021, I co-hosted a writing challenge on Instagram and dropped Emily Swift and crew into a story, a scene, a situation, etc. matching the “book of the day” prompt. In these posts you can read about Door to Door Paranormal Mystery Characters trying to make it through stories like: Dracula, Harry Potter, MacBeth, Murder on the Orient Express, Winnie the Pooh, Sherlock Holmes, Little Red Riding Hood, Jurassic Park, and many more!
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