“Do you think they’ll insist on seeing us off, Beatty?”
“Oh God! I do hope not. I can’t bear it! Birmingham New Street is hardly ‘Brief Encounter’, is it?”
No, it’s not. And they do fuss so, the pair of them…”
Still, it’s all been a bit of a shock, I suppose.”
“Oh Beatty, do stop being so considerate. This is our time. Ours. Not theirs!”
“I don’t think they’ve quite got their heads around us going away, two women, on their own. It’s just not the done thing!”
“Darling, nothing we are doing is the done thing. And the least ‘done thing’ is the one thing they know nothing about yet. Now, look, here they are, let’s just kiss them on the cheek like good little wives.”
“I feel so bad…”
“They’ll get over it.”
“I do love you, Clara!”
“And isn’t that rather the point?”
Here’s my latest entry to the lovely Angela’s VisDare.
I hope you enjoy this week’s tale, even though betrayal is in the air! I’ve written a follow-up here as my entry into Five Sentence Fiction. I hope you enjoy it!
Please do visit VisDare for amazing poetry and prose.
“So, where were you when this photo was taken, Granny?”
Marilyn wrestles with her conscience, but only for a moment – wrestling is so unfeminine after all.
“I was behind the camera!” she claims breezily, waving her perfectly painted nails in the air above the black and white photo.
Marilyn glances down at her granddaughter’s questioning face, but all she sees is the French maid outfit, the black satin sheets, the red silk scarf draped artfully over the bedside lampshade and the captain’s uniform lying at the foot of the bed.
“Oh, I was definitely in uniform too, darling girl, without a doubt!”
Selina admired her pout in the mirror, sighing and rolling her eyes as the make up artist swooped again. She pushed the girl away, shaking her head. Seriously? Her lips were perfect.
She had fought tooth and nail, told a few lies and slept with the photographer to get this gig. It would make her career.
“Where’s the goddamn pill, girl?” She stamped her foot, holding out her hand imperiously.
Angie bit back a retort – again. She’d had enough of this spoiled brat to last her a lifetime. Still…
“Here you are, Selina, I’m so sorry,” she tried to look contrite. Not long now.
Gelatin. The pill casing contained gelatin.
Such a shame that Selina had a serious allergy…
I came across Magpie Tales a little while ago and thought it looked like a fun thing to take part in. I do enjoy a good photo prompt! The rules are to use the photo as inspiration, write a poem or vignette and share on the blog! This image caught my eye this evening, so I thought I would have a go 🙂