“Clara, this hotel really wasn’t what I was hoping for. I’m really rather disappointed. I thought the Swiss were all about precision, order and cleanliness? Aren’t net curtains supposed to cover the entire window?”
For goodness sake, Beatty! All you’ve done since we got here is moan. First it was the food, then it was the snow, then it was the language barrier. Now, it’s the hotel. Do you even know how much it costs to stay in hotels all the time? We’re running out of money!”
“But why didn’t you say? Graham always handled that side of things….”
“I’m telling you now. Honestly, do you think money grows on trees?”
“Oh, you’re so mean? You sound just like Graham!”
“Beatty, I’m sorry, but I’m starting to hav some sympathy with the man. You really are clueless.”
“And now I know what Jeremy meant when he told me how hard you are. Poor, poor man!”
Here’s my latest entry into Magpie Tales – In a similar manner to last week, I wrote two tales earlier for VisDare and Five Sentence Fiction, and thought it would be good to round them off with this little offering.
This week, we have first, Little Women, second, Little Men, and to round it off, this tale. Did anybody get what they wanted?
“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!”