Flash Fiction - The Great Gatsby

Today, I share with you something I originally wrote for school. I posted it on some of my social media platforms, then I realized that it was kind of rude not to put it on here too. Because, after all, it is fiction and it is polished, and I do think you might enjoy it.

(I don't have a title for this small piece, so you have to bear with me)

Jordan stepped into the library, both hands folded in front of her delicately as she glided into the room. Her eyes rose. In front of her was the most beautiful room she had ever seen. Fiery chandeliers dripped from the ceiling along the whole of the three afternoon-sunlit rooms. Plush cushions and sturdy little tea tables stood by the curving glass windows that reached with golden fingers for the tiled ceiling. Sunlight dripped through the air like liquid honey, dancing along each wooden bookshelf like it could stain the pages with it's enthusiastic joy. The plush carpet under Jordan's heels rolled out with golden edges reaching to crawl over each heavy bookshelf. The burgundy never caught once, instead sliding over Jordan's silver shoes like water.

She stepped up to the large, round table in front of the first of three windows, reaching out with a cream glove to run her hands along the crisp carvings of woodland animals dancing through the forest underbrush.

She lifted a hand to cover her mouth in astonishment.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Jay's words snapped Jordan to attention and she quickly turned to her host.

"Stunning," she said, her will powerless against the beauty around her. Her eyes slipped away, back to the room around her. It seemed to smile back, like it enjoyed being noticed.

Jay motioned to the chair beside her and she sat, folding her hands in her lap quietly. Jordan cocked her head at Jay as he seated himself in the chair to her right. "I don't suppose you know why I have brought you here yet, do you?"

Jordan shook her head. "No, Mr. Gatsby." She met his eyes. "But I guess the library could pass as reason enough.

Jay only smiled bashfully at his lap. "No, Ms. Baker. I have called you here today to ask you a favor."

Scene inspired by The Great Gatsby by F. Scott. Fitzgerald.

Question: If you have read The Great Gatsby, can you decipher where this scene comes to par with the events in the novel?

Have a good rest of the Easter weekend!

The End,