Writing Club
May 7 2013
Prompt: Write from the point of view of a glass on the edge of a
table.
The conversation went on neatly at first. One glass of wine and they knew each other’s
common interests. He liked Jazz and so
did she. They had both attended York and
even in over lapping years. It was
surprising that they had never crossed paths before.
She looked dreamily into his eyes, they were blue,
sparkling, filled a lifetime of stargazing. Blue eyes drank in the red dress that she filled so well. The appetizer of shrimp canapés was served.
The waiter poured a second glass of wine before he left. She took a long sip with those heavy glossed
lips leaving behind a lasting imprint on the crystal surface. Their heads were closer together now, their
world getting smaller with growing infatuation and lighter with a second
draught of drink. Once more the glasses
were empty. Things were going so
well. Blue eyes had become prince
charming. Red Dress thought Blue Eyes would be walking her down the aisle and carrying her away on a white
horse.
As the main course reached the table, once more the goblets
were filled. Fettucini whirled on
forks. Red dress could see two kids and
a mini van.
Dessert was rich chocolate.
She was ready to leave with him.
It was too bad that Red Dress didn’t know that Black Dress
sat at that white tabletop with old Blue Eyes the night before.
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