She perched on the stool, crossed her ankles delicately, and said, "Lime Rickey, please," when the counterman appeared in front of her. He winked, and she gave him an icy glare.
He set her drink down with a flourish, and she busied herself with it; pretending that she was drinking a real cocktail at the Jockey Club in Manhattan, instead of this overly sweet version at a drugstore in North Hollywood. In her mind's eye, her pale pink twin sweater set and matching skirt turned into a black cocktail dress - Dior's New Look - and the counterman's shaker left off making milkshakes, and switched over to martinis.
She inclined her head gracefully as literary critics congratulated her on her latest novel.
© 2007 Cynthia Newcomer Daniel
Sterling silver, lampwork by Melissa Vess of Inner Realm Creations. Hand fabricated.
In private collection