johnsu01 (johnsu01) wrote,
johnsu01
johnsu01

  • Mood:

A Relaxing Spot of Tea

Melanie stared open-mouthed at the mug toppled on the shag as if it
were a hand grenade.

"It'll come out!" Stef cried.

"I can't get it to come out. I can't believe this!" Melanie spit on
her thumbs and rubbed the lace furiously between them. The spot just
laid there like a relaxed beach-bather.

"This was your idea in the first place! I told you not to do
it. Ronnie, soda water, now!"

"Look, everyone is already sitting down. The music is already playing!
I can't go down there with a wet dress! This is not some junior prom!
What am I supposed to do?"

"It's going to be okay. We'll get it out and everything will be
fine. No, no, don't do that. Give me that! Soda water will get it out,
I know it will."

"This a sign. This is a sign that I'm not supposed to do this. I've
got to go, now. Get out of my way!" Melanie shrieked and threw the
scissors against the wall.

"Get a hold of yourself! This is not a sign, it's a spot! And it's not
the goddamned stigmata, it's just tea! Get back here! What about
Dylan? What are you DOING?!"

Melanie kicked the mug through the doorway ahead and stormed after it,
flailing her train behind her. The mug rolled through the balcony
railing, missed a balding head in the front row, and bounced a few
times on the red carpet.

Dylan felt something splash on his cheek. He turned his head in
surprise and glimpsed a dark stain spreading on the white collar of
his tuxedo. It smelled of bergamot.

He squinted at the stain, missing the whirl of white lace disappearing
through the church front door; but he heard the organ halt and the
crowd gasp. He turned around, walked to the men's room, and started to
scrub out the stain.
Subscribe
  • Post a new comment

    Error

    default userpic
    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.
  • 0 comments