Christopher’s Brightest Hour

file00047469413The adventure began when Christopher arranged for the limousine to pick them up at his house at nine o’clock on the dot.

Maureen was glamorous and graceful in her long flowing silk dress, the blue bringing out the depth of color in her eyes.

Percy was every inch the elegant gentleman, lording over the group with a righteousness that suited him in a way that would have been laughable with anyone else.

Gail trailed along behind the rest of them like a condemned woman taking her final walk down the long mile to the electric chair.

Christopher led the charge like a conqueror from ancient times, the seam in the seat of his pants already wearing thin and beginning to tear. No one was harder on clothing that Christopher. He gave the directions to the limo driver in secret, not letting any of the others know their final destination on this fancy dress journey.

They stopped at the nearest public park, and Christopher dragged Maureen out to gather a few handfuls of daisies with which the pair made crowns for the entire party.

The next stop was the library. While no accessories were to be found here, Christopher made everyone get out of the limo and take a series of selfies in front of the great stone lion that stood a lonely sentry out front of the dark building.

Even Gail was pleasantly surprised when they stopped at Percy’s favorite sushi bar. Christopher made a quick phone call, and in short order, a waitress brought out a party tray of sushi rolls, all colors of the rainbow. These were quickly devoured on the way to the next, and final, stop.

Christopher got out first and waved the limo driver aside to hold the door himself for the other three. He smiled broadly at their goggle-eyed stares, for they were standing in front of the apartment building that housed several local celebrities, including a moderately famous sculptor who happened to be having a formal party that very evening.

The party was excellent, if a tad bit skimpy on the hors d’oeuvres, hence Christopher’s idea to stop at the sushi bar beforehand.

For weeks to come, even months and years, they talked about it as Christopher’s greatest achievement, especially since the biggest surprise he’d ever orchestrated before had been a trip to the movie theater to see Basic Instinct.

The House of Flies

Prudence walked in the door, straight to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. The cap was off the orange juice, and she slammed the refrigerator door and screamed, “Roshan!”

He answered without tearing his eyes from the 55 inch HDTV. “You’re home already?”

She stormed into the living room and fisted her hands on her hips. “You left the cap off again, babe.”

“I’m sorry, hon. I really am this time; I just didn’t even think about it. I spent half the day at this hippie gift store shopping for Mom, and the police were directing traffic on First because of the traffic jam on the interstate, and I didn’t even think about it, I swear.” Roshan got up from the couch and went to give Prudence a kiss on the cheek. “Forgive me once more, my love? Don’t let my past define me.”

Any semblance of anger melted away, and Prudence turned her head to return his kiss. “You are too charming for your own good sometimes, you know that?”

He grinned and tousled her hair, knowing full well how she hated that. “I know it. Embrace the madness!”

“Ugh! You know I hate that! I’ve got to take a shower before we go to the engagement dinner. Work was hell today.”

“Okey doke. I’ll come get dressed in fifteen,” Roshan promised as he flopped back onto the couch.

Prudence shook her head as she ran up the stairs, stripping her work clothes off as she went. Her fiance was something else, but he always knew how to get her back to a good mood after a bad day at work. She dropped everything into the hamper and turned the shower on to heat up as she brushed out her hair. A fly buzzing around her head distracted her, and she swatted at the annoying insect with her hairbrush.

She stepped into the shower, wet her hair, and as she worked the shampoo in, she heard more buzzing. Prudence opened her eyes to a veritable cloud of flies on the other side of the shower door. She gave a sharp squeak of surprise and hurriedly rinsed the suds from her hair.

“Roshan!” she called, then again, louder, after she shut the water off. “Roshan! Ugh, I know good and well that he can’t hear me up here.” Prudence braced herself to step out of the shower and into the flies. She took a deep breath, slid the door open, and snagged a towel off the bar in her rush from the bathroom.

“Roshan!” once more, as she dripped her way down the stairs. “The bathroom–”

“Surprise!” Two dozen voices chimed, and Prudence froze. Her house was full of people staring at her, and she was naked and dripping water on the linoleum. She dropped the towel; the surprise party had surprised her.

Wed Stories: A Change of Circumstances

This one is just begging for some Crowd Writing–have at it!!