THREE LITTLE
INDIANS
We didn’t have Facebook when we were young, we wrote
letters, and we arranged our annual reunion by telephone. Gradually our numbers
dwindled until there were only three of us – me, Jan and Betsy.
This year I arrived first and ordered our champagne, but
when Jan arrived she was alone.
“Lunch for two,” she told the waiter, “But you can pour champagne
for three.”
It was obvious he thought we were just two crazy old women
as we toasted the empty chair, and then we proved him right by flinging Betsy’s
glass at the wall.
Thanks again to Rochelle for the photo prompt which sends about a hundred writers across the world into a Flash Fiction Frenzy.
http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/
Read the others by following the blue froggy link on her blog.
If people think you're crazy then proving them right is the thing to do.
ReplyDeletePrecisely. I am one crazy old woman already and aim to stay that way!
DeleteIf there was ever an incentive to keep up with technology, then this is it.
DeleteIs this you being nice about my story, Maggie, or are you saying they should have got Facebook? :)
DeleteDefinitely both Lizy. I really enjoy your flash fiction.
DeletePoignant, quirky, moving story. I love the flinging of the glass at the wall.
ReplyDeleteThanks Vijaya - I hope they do that when I'm gone!
DeleteA lovely moment, Lizy. I enjoyed it. I hope you drank the champagne from the third glass before lobbing it :)
ReplyDelete@Of course - Betsy would never forgive us if we'd wasted that!
Delete:) Well if and old lady can't get away with it, no one can.
ReplyDelete@One of the few perks of being older is that you don't give a damn!
DeleteBrilliant! So much said in so few words!
ReplyDeleteI think I really MUST get back to writing regularly again......I may have to join in one of these days!
This is a good way to put a toe in the water, Sue
DeleteWhat a lovely picture of friendship. Nice story.
ReplyDeleteThanks margirene.
DeleteLizy, Good story. I take it she meant to hit the wall, not the window. :) They saw Betsy off with style. Well written. :) --- Susan
ReplyDeleteThere was rather too much window and not enough wall!
DeleteA beautifully sad and yet lively piece of writing. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThanks Ros - I shall have to stop writing these sad pieces about older people!
DeleteDear Liz,
ReplyDeleteI drink a toast to the eccentric old ladies and fling my glass. They sound like people I'd like to meet. Cute story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Cheers, Rochelle - I hope I not only meet ladie like this but manage to become one!
DeleteNice one. A mix of humour and sadness. A toast to remember.
ReplyDeleteThank you Subroto.
DeleteWonderful ode to the changing of time and friendship, Liz. I don't see a Jared in this story (as you mentioned), but I really enjoyed the story. Love the throwing of champagne glass; I've always wanted to do that! ;-)
ReplyDeleteDawn - your reply is below - my finger slipped!
Deletesorry Dawn - the story was on another forum! I love the theory of throwing the glass but I'm too tidy actualy to do it!
ReplyDeleteLovely story about friendship. I would love to throw a champagne glass, too - if it's not too expensive. :-)
ReplyDeleteLily
It would be very expensive if you had to pay for the window!
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