So I am almost back. I arrived home from vacation very late on Sunday night, but have been trying to catch up with so many things. One thing I’ve noticed since I became a book blogger is that when I go on vacation I no longer read the number of books that I used to read (around six or seven down to ¾?). In fact, I read a good portion of a book that was at the rental property called “Necessary Losses” by Judith Viorst because shouldn’t a person read something dismal (yet semi-enlightening) while on a great holiday?! ha. However, I didn’t read much of any of the books I was supposed to read. Ketchup time!
Evidently going on holiday now means that I don’t read.
I am late again for Friday Fictioneers, but wrote the story. Since it’s late, I added a few words, which I normally wouldn’t do. I hope to be back to regularly scheduled programming later today or on Thursday with the book review I need to get done. ARGH!
Also, Louie the Loaner Dog is back for a stay so I’ll have some pics of him as well as pics from my vacation and road trip. Anyway, here’s my late contribution for Friday Fictioneers.
And thanks to all of you who have just followed my blog. I will be by to visit yours. Many thanks!
Us: six siblings drinking and smoking on the oceanfront deck, voices rising with the incoming tide.
It began well. Some joke. Some childhood reminiscence. Some allusion to our screwed-up parents.
Then shit got real.
An accident, a “surprise” my mother called me, I watched drama unfold: Rivalry. Bitterness. Seething anger.
“Why are you here? Think you’ll get money when one of us croaks?”
“They bailed you out every time.”
“You live in a dream-world.”
“You both failed and went back home.”
The more the alcohol flows, the more the years melt away until fifty- and sixty-year olds are teens again, angry at the world and each other. Unforgiving for things they know, sober, no longer matter. Reduced in thought and behavior. Tomorrow maybe there will be shame and a headache, abashed chuckles, before they return to their real lives, and forget each other again.