Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Lunchable.


Mrs Reynolds glanced behind her shoulder. Lunch was ready. Janie, Suzie, Marvin, and Mr. Reynolds were all accounted for. Lunch would be splendid. She would have fleeting moments of missing them and brief flashes of their struggle in the meat grinder, but she was damned if the bridge club would find her table unflattering for a luncheon. Talk of her delicious sandwiches echoed throughout the town for years, though curious whispers about her "family vacationing in Switzerland...and then Morocco...and then the Himalayas....for an extended period of time..." also circulated.

1 comment:

Erica said...

.... OK, that is just wrong. Funny, but wrong...