Monday, August 21, 2006
New Beginning 84
Turkey (short story)
“We’ve got something men want, don’t we, Aunt Faye?” Nicole said, punctuating her statement with a smirk.
“How’d you get to be so cynical?”
“Experience!” the twenty-one-year-old shot back. Another small coup. Her control of the table was established.
Nicole and Faye sat near the end of a thanksgiving table laden with wealth. The value of the paintings in the dining room alone would have been enough to make a small, impoverished country give thanks. Nicole was wearing one of her silky black dresses. It might have looked slutty, if it hadn’t had a four digit price tag.
“Mark understands the score,” Nicole continued.
Frumpy Aunt Faye, who had one husband in the ground, one ex-husband barely above ground, and another man on the way to the altar, didn’t like being upstaged by 21-year-old Nicole on the question of relationships. She dabbed her lips with her napkin and said, "Not to brag, my dear, but I've quaffed more meat popsicle in my time than you will if you live to a hundred."
The room went silent.
"Including your precious Mark's," Aunt Faye added with a wink. That last part wasn't true, but what did it matter? She had regained control of the table.
Opening: Bichon.....Continuation: Evil Editor
Posted by Evil Editor at 8:25 AM