A hush fell over the room. What was once a small pink piece of art glass was broken into large, small, scattered pieces.
Jackie was on the floor wailing over the death of Widow Owens.
"Get up off the floor Jackie, you hadn't been to see Wylene in five years." ordered Kathy just before she wedged a large piece of cake into her mouth.
Jackie paused and narrowed her eyes at Kathy.
Elliot screamed with a high pitch.
It was an accident. Sarah said.
The room was quiet. Wylene Owen had been buried about an hour ago.
A swoosh of air gusts in the room as the front door opens. The back door slams violently shut from the change in air pressure. Michael Nolan walks in with a huge brown paper grocery bag. The top has been creased and neatly folded on the top two times.
Elliot had gotten the broom and dustpan and swept the glass shards up. Holding the dustbin with the colorful glass, Elliot gives the room a profound look. "Amazing, what was worth $700 or $800, beautiful Fenton Art Glass, now grist for the landfill.
Throw it away will you. shouts Jackie.
I will not. It will receive a proper burial.
Jackie tosses her long locks and rolls her eyes as she settles back in a recliner. "Why you got to be so gay?"
This time Kathy narrows her eyes and looks at Jackie.
Michael Nolan's hearty voice cut through the silence. Sitting down his large girth in the middle of the sofa, he placed the paper bag on the coffee table with a flourish as he said, "That ain't nothing. Wait till you see what I brought."
A mix of thoughts, experiences, flash fiction, poetry and humor of Ann Bennett.
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Such a collection of characters here. Would like to know the backstory!
ReplyDeleteI will build the story with two or three more parts. I might wait until next week when they have another prompt and use those for part two.
DeleteMe, too -- what's going on here? Intriguing...
ReplyDeletelol, I don't know either. But there has to be something unexpected in the paper bag.
DeleteI'd like to know more about these characters, too! And glad to see you post something here! Welcome to the Speakeasy!
ReplyDeleteThanks Bee, Thanks for showing me this place.
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ReplyDeleteI've always liked the exotic and foreign. It's funny how ordinary people can serve that purpose. Thanks for sharing.
DeleteGreat cast of characters! I'm also curious to know more about them, not to mention what's in the bag!
ReplyDeleteThank you. I can't wait to find out too. But it will come.
DeleteThank you. I appreciate the encouragement.
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