Prompt: He had enjoyed ten years of being totally irresponsible.
Joe adjusted his shirt collar and smirked at his reflection in his spoon. The ladies wouldn’t stand a chance. They never did. Not since he arrived on the scene ten years ago.
He sauntered onto the dance floor, the music pulsing through his veins.
A pretty little number with bright blue eyes caught his eye. Joe blew a kiss in her direction and gestured for her to join him. She giggled with her friends and shook her head.
No matter. He had plenty of opportunity to get in on that action.
After all, Shady Glen Retirement Home wasn’t that big.
*Flash Fiction is fiction under a thousand words. I participate in a weekly prompt that's limited to a mere one hundred words. That's crazy short. You can check out the other participants' stories via their links on the WonHundred Word Wednesdays Facebook page here.*