This fictional story was written for the Trifecta Week 106 where it is stipulated that my response must be between 33 and 333 words. • I must use the 3rd definition of the
given word in my post. • The word
itself needs to be included in my response.
• I may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as
stated. • Only one entry per
writer. • Trifecta is open to everyone, so feel free to join in and link up! This week's challenge word is:
tush
1. a long pointed tooth; especially : a horse's canine
2. an interjection used to express disdain or reproach
3. buttocks (slang)
The atmosphere in the nightclub was electric, the strobe lights keeping time with the rock and roll band performing on stage to a near capacity crowd. Balloons and streamers cascaded from every nook and cranny. There wasn’t a soul in the whole establishment that wasn’t celebrating tonight…the last night of the year.
“I simply love
this song! We must dance!” she
proclaimed to her best friend as she downed another shot of tequila before
heading back to the dance floor with her 2014 tiara slightly askew. She rushed to a crowded spot directly in
front of the stage and shook her tush with reckless abandon to the beat along
with everyone else, punching her fist in the air as she danced. She let out a scream of approval. The band answered her gyrations with a driving
killer beat and sizzling guitar licks.
Caught up in the euphoria of the night, the whole night club seemed to
vibrate with expectancy and exhilaration.
As midnight loomed,
the excitement escalated. A minute till
midnight, the band ceased playing. She
joined the rest of the crowd chanting the countdown to the New Year as they watched
the ball drop in Times Square on the clubs giant plasma television mounted behind the band. Hundreds of balloons dropped, confetti flew, and
a New Year was born full of hope, promise, and shouts of Happy New Year by
every reveler.




