Wednesday, August 1, 2012

The Daily Write: Happy Birthday! (January 27, 2012. 12 minutes)

Happy Birthday!

"One hates to be maudlin, but it's oh so much easier to remember the difficulties," said the long necked woman, too thin to have come by it naturally, as she linhaled leisurely on her unfashionable cigarette and looked above the head of her companion.

She exuded old money and class, you could see it in the way she looked distantly at the person closest to her, as if erecting an invisible barrier - "your class...mine." It was hard for anyone to imagine her young, although few even tried. See, women like that were difficult to humanize, with their taut, controlled elegance and withering yet graceful demands.

She tapped her tea cup ever so slightly, and the waiter standing by poured her tea, refilling the porcelain cup only three quarters so as not to be garish. Nothing in excess.

"The problem with the scenario," she said, exhaling over her left shoulder which was ornamented with a cloisonne clasp on cinching together an umber raw silk scarf, "is that if I tell you the truth about my childhood, you simply won't believe it."

She raised one eyebrow and looked directly at the befuddled man sitting across from her at the small cloth covered tea table. He seemed tongue tied and instead of speaking, looked at her like a curious Basset hound might eye a stranger with a piece of raw liver in her hand.

"Oh, all right - if you insist." She crushed her cigarette gently into a leaded crystal ashtray which was taken away and replaced with a clean one before she finished exhaling. "I suppose you could say, it all started at midnight on terribly hot August on The Cape."

Just then the Basset's cell phone rang, a horrible tropical horn blurting in a space that was not used to such a banal and inappropriate interruption.

"Uh. Oh. Dear - I'm so sorry," he managed to say while trying to turn off the phone, which of course, as one would expect in such a situation, was accidentally dropped into his tea, causing the cup to overflow onto the tiny plate beneath it. They both looked at the golden brown liquid as if it were urine or poison, yet neither said anything more.

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