Tuesday's Toothbrush Story - Um, It's Wednesday.

Hello friends, Dillfinger is back with another toothbrush story! I am sorry that I am releasing this one late, yesterday was a very busy day for me so I didn't have time. Anyway, here is the story!

Setting: One of those old fashion dance hall things Character(s): Carlos DeNara and Ella McLeish

The Hayward dance hall was abuzz with London civilians, the cheers of imported glass, and the occasional pigeon that fluttered through the revolving door. Carlos DeNara, a spot of mustard on his collar, cogitated the imminence of tonight.

Carlos gripped his brief case tightly. There was the woman of his dreams, Ella McLeish, standing across the room. Her eyes sparkled as she took a sip of champagne.

“Don’t look at me like that. What happened was not in my control, and what will happen is entirely out of my control.”

McLeish stared at him, not a hint of bashfulness on her powdered face.

He confidently strutted over to Ella, hoping she wasn’t already engaged.

“Hello, Miss, my name is Carlos DeNara,” he introduced himself. Ella smiled, setting down her drink.

“Well hello, Mr. DeNara, I am Elle McLeish. I believe I’ve seen you around before,”

A Burgundian waiter sidled up to them and offered them each an aquius martini.

“It is possible. You see, Ma’am, I am here with the Duke of Spain,” explained Carlos, adjusting the hat on his head.

“Well, Mr. DeNara, I hope you would allow me to show you around these parts,” offered Ella.

The End.

Now, I have a small challenge for you! I would love it if you could get your siblings, parents, children, or friends to write a toothbrush story! After your story is written, send it to me and I will share them (please let me know if you would like your story to be shared anonymously or have credit). Happy writing!

-Dillfinger