The 1920s era, a.k.a. “The Roaring 20s”, always comes in and out of vogue. And flappers of that era, as well as the parties and jamborees they attended, are nearly always portrayed as glamorous in fiction. The flapper era was an era of supposed prosperity that always seems to have a cloud hanging over it, however… a cloud of smoke and illegal booze, perhaps? Or is it a cloud of something else?
Today’s writing prompt is based on a jamboree during the flapper era. See the details for the writing prompt below, as well as my completed version of this prompt titled, A Sweet Stench of an Affair.
Today’s Writing Prompt: While at a roaring jamboree…
Write about a fictional character attending a jamboree in the 1920s as a flapper. Use all of the senses (sight, hearing, smell, touch, taste) when describing what this character is experiencing while at the jamboree. Try to write at least three paragraphs for this writing prompt.
Keep scrolling to see my completed version of this writing prompt.
Tip for Completing Today’s Writing Prompt:
To gather inspiration for this writing prompt, consider reading The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald, or looking up some notes about the novel. Also, consider listening to some music from this era.
A Sweet Stench of an Affair, by K.E. Creighton
The tempo of the clarinet and sax slowed, so we decided to take a break from the Charleston. A much-needed break. We’d been nonstop since just after midnight, and now it was near a quarter to five according to the grandfather clock in the archway. And now that we’d slowed down, I could also see the dim luster of the sun across the Monroes’ vast veranda through the open glass doors. It was a welcomed organic tranquilizer at the moment.
The Monroes sure knew how to put on an affair to remember, for no special reason at all. Maddie and Jim were still laughing and chatting it up with their many remaining guests across the way, handing out edible party favors and overflowing crystal flutes. There was still enough champagne left to service quite a few large weddings, in fact. And the band sure was something. They had energy and songs for days.
In unison, we collapsed onto the soft velvet sofa in the center of the drawing room near the open glass doors and looked out at the faint peach of the rising sun. I leaned heavily against one of the sofa’s rolled arms. And Jack leaned over toward me and delicately wiped my dewy brow with the embroidered handkerchief I gave him last week. He smiled wearily but contentedly. And he reeked of expensive booze and tobacco mingled with sweat this close to me. But it was such a sweet stench and made me happy to be alive at this moment. I would have bottled it up if I could have– this sweet stench of an affair.
[All Rights Reserved by K.E. Creighton and Creighton’s Compositions LLC. The above work is a piece of fiction. All names and locations referred to are the product of the author’s imagination and are used entirely for fictional purposes. Any similarities to real-life persons or places are purely coincidental.]
Notes on Completing this Writing Prompt
I’ll be honest. When I was in high school, I had to read The Great Gatsby three times (each time I changed schools), and each time I immensely disliked it. I know the novel has literary merits of sorts, of course. But I was actually appalled by the opulence and wastefulness and pettiness of the era… which actually contributed to the Great Depression (among other things too, of course), no?
However, when I was working on this writing prompt, I must admit that it did cross my mind how fun it would have been to go to one of those parties in a swanky flapper dress, even if just once, and dance and drink all night without a care in the world. So while I thought I was going to write something more sardonic about the “roaring 20s” originally, I ended up changing my tone about the era this time around.