How could I get in? Security was tight. Without an ID, it seemed destined to be a failed effort. It was no longer about ogling naked women. It was now me against the rules.
As I walked away, it came to me out of the blue.
I would come back in my military school uniform. They might let me in then.
It worked.
Oddly, I left totally unimpressed.
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True story. I compacted it into 99 words so I could enter it in the weekly Carrot Ranch Flash Challenge. It has been awhile since I tried any Flash Fiction. I really enjoy Flash challenges. They force me to focus on the essence of the story, without all the trimmings that so often are just that, trimmings.
I have a much longer piece about this incident from my teen age years. It has languished now for at least a decade.
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I had a song picked out for this story before I even wrote it. I heard the song for the first time in college, several years after I sneaked into that Hoochie Coochie tent. Please enjoy "Sharon", by David Bromberg.
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My aunt and uncle ran a carnival and my aunt did the hoochie coochie. Which was a version of a Hulu dance.
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