He orders for his wife. The waitress scribbles something on his napkin, slipping it under his whiskey glass.
His wife returns, applies lipstick.
“Not at dinner, dear,” he says.
His wife sips his whiskey and wipes her mouth with his napkin, smearing the phone number with her Revlon 43 lips.
Deanna Morris is a MFA graduate of Butler University (2013) with publishing credits for poetry, short stories, interviews, and freelance articles. Her work can be found in First Stop Fiction, Subtle Fiction, Clever Magazine, Scissors, and Spackle, among other places.
Tim!: How the heck can a piece as fine as this receive two votes and have 1 star. The voting method here seems tragically flawed.
Deana, this is a tight nifty story with 2 characters, action and a closing irony that is perfect. To my thinking this is a perfect story. Five stars from me. Great job. Jeff
There’s no accounting for taste!
There’s a reason I don’t base Story of the Week, etc., on reader ratings. Too many reasons someone might rate a story low. Even if it’s well written, maybe they just don’t “like” it.
This is clever, smooth & well told.
Taste is a hard one to fathom. Work that one out and we’d all be rich. The story works well towards its conclusion and ticks all the boxes. Well done!
I liked the use of the word ‘nifty’ Jeff. I haven’t heard it for ages. I might try to work it into a story.
Connell – that would be groovy!. Jeff