30 December 2016

Published December 28, 2016 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Biting Satire

Word Count: 99


“Those eyes,” she whispered. “They set my eighteen-year-old heart aflame.”

My grandmother, an actress and fashion model in the 1930’s, fascinated me. She turned 87 on New Year’s Day 2000. Even in her illness, she insisted her silver hair be perfectly coifed.

“He’s coming for me today. I must be ready to greet him.”

I kissed her rouged parchment-thin cheek. “Nana, he passed away in 1956.”

“Lies! Dracula never died.”  

On the television screen, in black and white, Bela Lugosi bent over the ill-fated Mina. A wheezing sigh escaped Nana’s crimson lips as they spread into a peaceful smile.


If you’d like to know more about Mr. Lugosi click HERE.

81 comments on “30 December 2016

      • You have to love an eccentric old lady – I’ve encountered many over the years and always find them fascinating, even when they’re ‘difficult’. Wonderfully realised, Rochelle – I’d love to read more about Nana’s life

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        • Nana is loosely based on a lady in a writer’s group I belonged to a while back. She had been a socialite in the 30’s and 40’s and was still quite attractive in her 80’s. After a bout with the flu she told our group how she had been been bending over the commode when she realized she might be at death’s door. It was then that she changed out of her flannel pajamas into something nicer and fixed her hair. She wanted to look her best if she had to call the paramedics. True story.

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          • Ah, bless her – that’s amazing! I see a lot of that with older ladies – women with astonishing, vibrantly coloured wigs, heavy make up, false eyelashes, still making a terrific effort with their appearance even in their eighties. It could be called vanity, but there’s something admirable in it


    • Dear Courtney,

      Bela Lugosi’s Dracula is probably the most imitated one. In reality, he spoke clipped accented English in the Broadway version because he spoke no English at the time. He sounded out his lines phonetically. Glad you know you liked my story, too. 😉 Thank you for taking the time to say so.



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  • I enjoy the intrigue of following the prompts through your short, yet full tales! In a few words you bring Nana to life…from 18 to 87! And yes, I noticed the genre before diving into the story 😉

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  • I love it… and for some strange reason, the line: “All right Mr. DeMille, I’m ready for my close-up!” came to mind! 😀
    Love, love, love the tag… you funny one, you!


  • Love this one! A great mix of nostalgia and grief with just a hint of creepiness too. Perfect Dracula tribute. At the end a part of me wonders if…maybe just maybe. Nicely done. On a somewhat related note, I still can’t believe Carrie Fisher passed. I was waiting in line for lunch when it came on the news and the older among us in line were all like – no! Not possible. So it worked for me on that level too. Happy New Year Rochelle!

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    • Dear Anne,

      And now Debbie Reynolds, one of my favorites. A double loss…I mourn them both.

      This is probably as close as you’ll ever see me come to a vampire story. 😉 But the dark picture sent me there, which, in turn, sent me to Mr. Lugosi. I’m glad it worked for you. Thank you for the lovely comment.




  • Querida Rochelle,
    A classic tale coming to life with Nana. Brilliantly told, my dear amiga.
    Looks like Nana was ready to be wooed even at 87. Ahhh … we should all be so confident of our beauty at 87.
    Hope you enjoy my lil flash this week.
    Continue with your wonderful CELEBRATION of LIGHTS.
    Abrazos y carino,
    Isadora 😎

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    • Querida Isadora,

      We lit the 7th candle tonight. My gentile husband is doing a great job of singing the prayers with me.
      Nana is based on a writer I knew a few years back. She was a lovely, poised lady in her 80’s,
      Happy to have you back. Muchas gracias, amiga.

      Feliz Año Nuevo,



  • Dear Bella Dona,
    Enjoyed your snarky humor. I often wondered if Dracula had a favorite blood type. Would type O be flat and leave a nasty aftertaste, whereas AB+ might be zesty, full-bodied, with a bit of a bite? I’m sure the blood sommeliers could argue for hours.

    Happy New Year to you and Jan
    Perhaps I’ll post next week. Trying to finish the “Idiot” story and get if off to Pen-L.

    Peter Lorre

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    • Dear Peter,

      I was getting worried that I’d be left nameless this week.

      I would think that AB-, due to its rarity, would be considered a great delicacy by Mr. D.

      Thank you for stopping by to save me from an identity crisis. Best wishes with the Idiot…I mean Idiot story. Give my regards to Duke and Kimberly. 😉 Happy New year to you and Connie.

      Bella Dona


  • Oh the wonders of where your brain wanders, Rochelle; it’s magic! Now, for some chills: I’ve been driving WA to Denver, and setting up my son’s apartment. For some odd reason the subject of Lugosi’s Dracula in the car… TOTALLY out of the blue, and not a usual topic. I log on and here’s your story!! Whoa.

    Thanks so much for all you do for FF; you really make every week fabulous! Thanks for your constant commitment to us all! xox


    • Dear Dawn,

      Oh yeah, that is a little on the send chills up your spine side. I’m never really sure why my mind went the direction it did. This is one of those stories that took me by surprise.

      It’s comments like yours that make me want to keep facilitating Friday Fictioneers despite some of the frustrations. Thank you for your constant support. ❤


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