Confession by Proxy

After dinner, no one moves much.
Everyone is busy laughing,
telling stories, saying, “Did you
hear about when she, when he … ?” “What?!”
A guest says, “Oh! You know the one
where she lays on the grass, giggling,
a policeman stands over her?”
A sharp glance from Mother, then she
looks down, deliberately folds
her napkin, and firmly says, “No.”
“No? Really? Oh, I must tell you!”


3 responses to “Confession by Proxy

  1. This is so what a good meal with friends and family evokes (memories and laughter)

  2. Pingback: Confession Series, 2012 #NaPoWriMo #30in30 | Rosefire Rising

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