she was whispering sweetly into my ear about how the salt
shaker was glaring
at the pepper and
the mustard seemed to be turning its back
on the lonely red ketchup bottle
but I could not help myself.
deception was right there, staining the white diner seat
with rain from the thunderheads outside.
i asked, “darling, can’t you see him?”
she smiled, raised an eyebrow, and whispered, “that’s my friend, George.
you remember him, don’t you?”
A contest entry
- "Deception is sitting across the table from us" by carmel apple.
380 points, ended March 25, 2008, 13 entries
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Comments
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very quirky and such, love it
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Excellent take on the prompt!
Ken
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