“Dahhhling!” A man with prominent side whiskers slipped his arm through hers. Oddly magnetic, she said, DESCRIBING him later.
“I was DEVASTATED when you CANCELED!” he said. “But here you are after all!”
“Ah yes, we’re TOGETHER again!” She smiled sweetly. He must have confused her with someone else. She’d never been in COLUMBUS before. Only a few moments EARLIER, she’d wandered into this OVERCROWDED conference room by ACCIDENT.
“The RELATIVES are just dying to meet the woman I MARRIED.”
“Wait.” She pulled away. “You think you’re my HUSBAND?”
“Play along,” he whispered. “It’s all been ARRANGED. Our FRIENDS are WAITING.”
They went SPEEDING through the room, GETTING strangers to buy them drinks, AVOIDING pathetic losers waving stacks of paper at them. She was a TOURIST, VACATIONING in a VILLAGE with too many idiots. Still, an amusing tale to tell. Perhaps there was a novel in it.
--mb (new beginning 458)
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2 comments:
clever. like this one.
This is the party I've always avoided. Great evocation of the vacuous and shallow.
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