We are trying to one up each other as usual – another story teller and I.
Our stories are getting wilder, less plausible, and we are laughing.
Suddenly I remember my pal Gertrude’s story.
I am pretty sure it was a lie, but it made a terrific story.
Gert was married to a man who was a rounder.
He started going out on Saturday nights, all slicked up and handsome.
He did not take her.
Refused actually.
About six months later her friends said he was getting married.
They had been invited to his wedding – next Saturday.
On Saturday he dressed especially nice with a boutonniere.
Gert said “You look good enough to get married.”
She said he did not even blink.
He did get married to the other woman, illegally.
I have no idea if the other woman knew he was already married or not.
Let’s see you top this story, I thought
There was silence.
Then we both burst out laughing.
Categories:
slicked up, marriage,
Form: Narrative
coffee best describes
papa joe's essence for me
coffee kisses- YES
fertilizer stink
paternal grandaddy smell
famous tomatoes
noxzema only
for miss toby before bed
shakey hands slicked up
but then grandmama
whew! peach cobbler first of all
sweet corn, pot roast, ham
oh man, those fried pies
blackberry and peach goodness
beautiful mem'ry
Categories:
slicked up, childhood, family, food, happiness,
Form: Haiku