January 4, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about Copper Country. It can be any place, fictional, historical, or on another planet. Go where the copper leads.
There was great excitement as the date for the Annual Lenten Ball to be held in the White Rose Ballroom of the Copper Country School of Arts.
Everyone dressed up, there was much polishing of boots, ironing and starching of shirts and collars, hairdressing appointments and new dresses ordered and adjusted.
Copper Country and its tiny hall was all that was left of a once bustling town at one time boasting six pubs.
All that remained now of those days was the hall and us, the locals from all around, dressing up and having a night of homemade fun.