Incredibly Short Story (more to follow?)
Okay so this one may be part of a "in reverse" challenge but who knows? Please read and review.
Meanwhile, at someone’s Sunday brunch, in the pallid, white-lit aisles of the grocery store, or by far window of the church hall (now experiencing an acute hike in popularity since the incident) people began to talk. The drapes were drawn amid a chorus of resonant metallic peals as silver tines, blades, and bowls met china, all set to the percussive scuffing of chair legs on the wood floor. There was the sub-audible chattering of teeth as the yelping, squeaky wheeled carts hastened clandestinely into a remote corner of the frozen foods section. There was the rasping of Lutheran Brotherhood napkins on gnawed up Styrofoam cups as they were carelessly thrust aside.
The whispering commenced.
“Have you heard,” Mrs. Neighbor began breathily, “about that boy-”
“Yes!,” trilled The Woman as she looked with pitying eyes at a chicken wing in her cart.
“But only bits and pieces,” said The Fellowship Advisor as he grabbed all four cups in his massive hands and stood, “would anyone like more coffee?”
“No, no thank you,” was The Brunch Guest’s reply, “He lives by you doesn’t he?”
“No. He lives by Carol,” alleged The Other Woman, “but I don’t know where it all…happened.”
“Just across the street,” Mr. Neighbor droned as he chased a rogue grape around the rim of his plate.
“A complete, freak, accident,” He sighed.
“They say it just snapped right off.” She exclaimed.
“He was simply in the wrong place,”
“Just like a twig.”
“I suppose the pain was horrible?”
“at the wrong time.”
“Well he was probably in shock.”
“Was it his right?”
“Probably couldn’t feel a thing.”
“No, it was his left.”
“Was there much blood? Do you know?”
“It happened so fast.”
“Hard telling.”
“I really don’t know.”
“That really is a pity,” The Woman exhaled, puffs of steam dissipating rhythmically.
“What a pity,” said The Pastor, inclining his head towards them.
“Such a pity,” The Brunch Guest said as she slipped on her shoes and strode out the door.