“Tony, slow down. You’re going to choke.”
Rosa’s husband swallows, grabs his wine glass and glugs it like water. Spilled drops trickle down his double chin onto the bib he’s fashioned. He rolls his eyes but avoids her gaze. One hand yanks out the chin apron and chucks it to the floor. “Can’t a man eat in peace?”
He rises with a lurch. Wine spills, stringy pasta sprawls, and glass shatters on the tile. With a bark of laughter, Tony gawks down at his belt.
Cheeks on fire, Rosa covers her face. “Saturday night and I can’t take you anywhere.”
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The word limit for Tablecloth is 100 words. I used all 100. Check out http://mommasmoneymatters.com/flash-fiction/ for the rules and join us.
How the Cookie Crumbles 
June 18, 2013 at 8:32 pm
Good dialogue, I can see familiar images pop into my head. My dad used to say, something like, “Can a man eat in peace?” He had a point! Good one, Tess.
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June 19, 2013 at 12:32 am
Bwahaha! At the feed trough perhaps. I am with Rosa. xxx
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June 19, 2013 at 1:38 am
Poor Rosa and well done Tess I feel really embarrassed for her!
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June 19, 2013 at 3:25 am
Oh man!!!
Poor Rosa – such embarrassment 🙂
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June 19, 2013 at 4:05 am
You really packed a lot into that short piece!
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June 19, 2013 at 11:43 am
Well done, Tess. In one short scene, you have captured the dynamics of a whole marriage.
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June 19, 2013 at 9:25 pm
I want to hit him over the head! Do I know him?
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June 19, 2013 at 10:41 pm
I loved it. All of it. You’re very gifted at painting scenes, so that they’re seen clearly.
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June 20, 2013 at 5:10 am
What a great piece of flash fiction. I haven’t come across that blog before, I’ll have to check it out! Beth
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June 21, 2013 at 3:44 pm
Love the imagery. I already picture the cast of characters.
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July 5, 2013 at 6:25 pm
A relationship in a hundred words – you’ve done it again.
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July 5, 2013 at 8:06 pm
I so appreciate the time you are taking to catch up on my scribbling too. Thank you, Delft.
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