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Here's my first post of unpublished (and unedited) writing. This is just something that I typed out on the typewriter that I inherited from my grandmother, pretty sweet huh? Let me know what you think. I may use it for the short story class I'm taking in the fall. Ideas and criticisms welcome, but remember this in no way represents a completed work.

They didn't know where she went, whether she had run away with him or with someone else that she had met on the street. The bus was scheduled to leave at 7pm, but it left with Elizabeth on it, mother and stepfather could only guess. Liza's sudden emotional explosion was not without reason, the expectations of her family had been building up for weeks beforehand.
Exploding in the recent past, the Jazz Age changed the face of society for better or for worse. Clubs had sprung up around the city and the opinion of "polite" society had only produced more of a response from the younger generation. Smokey back-rooms and deserted parlors had taken the place of big band stages and ballrooms. However, these social gatherings were not entirely to blame for Liza's new found love for Oliver.
Arriving in New York shortly after the beginning of the war, Oliver, not without his share of luck, had met Elizabeth at a social club to which he had been pointed by his father, who resided in Palm Springs, Florida. This club, of course, was operated for the enjoyment of "polite" society. On that certain day, when Oliver was casually introduced to, "Miss Elizabeth Downing," he was not impressed by her haughty, self-impressed temperament. She, likewise, found him to be an embarassment as he was chauffered around the club by one of his father's friends, a Mr. Pendleton.
Mr. Pendleton did not remain unaware of the tension between the two and decided against mentioning anything about Miss Downing to Oliver.

I know it's just a fragment, but the questions that you have would help me to develop the ideas and characters. Thanks.

Peace,
z.james