Mind your Ps and Qs at meals. Say grace, toast the cook, push potatoes and peas onto a fork. Never let your elbows feel the linen cloth. Smile. When Father’s hand brushes Aunt Kitty’s, lingering a moment too long, look at Mother and say, “Pass the butter, please.” Be polite.
Christina Dalcher wrote this story.
Quiet desperation powerfully expressed.
Desparation?
‘Intrigue’ …’complicity’, surely?
A clever piece, nicely done, Christina!
No, desperation.
Thank you, Christian! So happy you liked this piece!
Oh, thank you, Alex! (And thank you for being so insistent) :-)
Christina,
I just wanted to add that I’ve been reading 50-Word Stories for the past six years. In all that time I’ve found 14 that I loved enough to copy and keep. “Table Manners” is one of them.
Wow. Crikey. I’m kind of blushing now! Thank you, Alex.
Oh, I like this one.
Thank you for reading, Harry–and for your kind words!
I love it, how wonderful 50 words can create a whole atmosphere !
Thanks, Catherine! And thank you for reading! I have such a time keeping up with all the great work on this site.
I love this! It’s almost like an entire chapter in just 50 words! Amazing!
Aw, thank you, Marple. You made my day!