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Honorable Mention in Gooseberry Pie’s First Writing Contest April 2024
by Mikki Aronoff
“You could always hang yourself,” you offer after Jane finishes ranting about Belgian endive shortages. “Or weight the pockets of your Marimekko frock with rocks, slip into your pond.”
Your boss side-eyes her husband, stands up, taps the crystal of her Rolex, stage-whispers it’s time for Suzy Shih Tzu’s potty break. Martin re-ties his Ferragamos, wheels towards the door.
“No time for dessert?” you ask, your voice rising as you lift the corners of the tablecloth, bundling slumping daisies, silverware, wine and pie, and fasten it to the end of a mop and exclaim, “To go, then—mustn’t dispatch guests empty-handed!” You usher them outside with air kisses, stretch out on your couch, file your nails.
Mikki Aronoff writes in New Mexico and has staring contests with her dog. She can be found on Facebook.
