The After Party

85805896-FAE1-490B-B04A-D770A5B70B4F“I think Mom would have loved for us to have a huge party in Dad’s honor,” Eric said. “You know how fun loving Dad was. He would party hardy, howl like a werewolf, munch on all the hors d’oeuvres, and then plop down on the couch and zonk out.”

“A party? Are you kidding. Dad’s funeral was just yesterday. I still have a lump in my throat,” Erica said.

“Hey, a lot of people throw parties following a loved one’s funeral,” Eric said.

“Mom would never have approved of some beer bash party that you’re talking about. She was all into glam and glamour, not beer pong.”

“See, that’s the difference between you and me, Erica,” Eric said. “I inherited Dad’s fun-loving genes. Whose genes did you inherit?”

“I inherited Mom’s take-charge genes,” Erica said, “And if you insist on having your stupid after-funeral party, them move over, brother, because it’s time for Erica to get behind the wheel.”

Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday Mix — Sound Bite with the three onomatopoeia words: howl, munch, and plop. Also for Paula Light’s Three Things Challenge, where I used two of her three words: party, lump, and crossbow. And for these daily prompts: Word of the Day Challenge (following), Your Daily Word Prompt (glamour), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (inherit), and The Daily Spur (wheel).

Saturday Mix Opposing Forces — Summer Solstice

2F04793F-CD0F-48C7-A437-C28FE15D867F“Permit me to introduce you to our host,” my coworker, Clyde, said. “Andrew, I’d like you to meet Mr. Archibald Benedict. Archie hosts this party every year around this time to celebrate the arrival of the summer solstice.”

I put out my right hand to shake hands with Mr. Benedict, but he did not offer me his hand in return. “Do you know what the summer solstice is, boy?” Mr. Benedict said to me, which caught me a little off guard because he isn’t that much older than me.

“Yes, I do,” I said. “The summer solstice occurs when the sun reaches its highest position in the sky and it is the day with the longest period of daylight. Some suggest that it marks the kickoff of the summer season, but I think most people think of Memorial Day as the real start of summer.”

Mr. Benedict looked at me for a moment and then abruptly turned around and walked away. I gave Clyde a questioning look. “Did I say something wrong?” I asked.

“No,” Clyde said, “but you’re a first time visitor and he can be a little standoffish to people he doesn’t know well.”

“I don’t know,” I said. “It seems like there’s something more to it than that, Clyde.”

“Well,” Clyde said, “there’s a rumor that his parents met at a summer solstice party at Stonehenge and that he was conceived that night. But his mother died giving birth to him nine months later.”

“That’s interesting but it still doesn’t explain his behavior towards me earlier tonight,” I said. “What am I missing?”

“Again, it’s just rumor,” Clyde responded. “You see, Archie had always wanted to go to Stonehenge for the summer solstice as a way to try to make a cosmic connection with the mother he never knew. But his father forbid him from ever going there because he blamed Archie for his mother’s death.”

“That’s some heavy shit to lay on a kid,” I said.

“And, of course, Archie never wants to celebrate his actual birthday because of how guilty he feels about her dying while giving birth to him. So he always throws these parties at his home to celebrate the anniversary of his conception. Unfortunately, he’s never in a particularly jovial mood at these events. So don’t take it personally, okay?”

Written for this week’s Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday Mix, where we are supposed to two pairs of opposing words in our posts. The words are (1) “permit” and “forbid,” and (2) “visitor” and “host.”

MLMM Opposing Forces

2CBF6702-37DD-4529-B36D-FB40F1762873“So do you live nearby?” she asked me.

She was stunning and I couldn’t believe when she sat down at my table at the Starbucks and starting talking to me. “Yes, just a few blocks from here,” I answered.

“Oh, so you live in the city center,” she said.

“Yes. What about you?” I asked.

“Actually, I live in the suburbs,” she answered.

“And what brings you into the city?” I asked.

“Do you remember that downpour a few days ago?” she asked. “Well, the roof at my apartment leaked and the workers are out there today to assess the damage.”

“That’s a bummer,” I said.

“Indeed,” she responded. “My landlord is supposed to call me to let me know when they can begin to repair the roof.”

Her phone rang. “It’s my landlord,” she said to me. Then into her phone, “Hello? Yes. Tomorrow? Three days? Okay. Thank you.”

She looked back over at me. “Well, I guess I’ll have to find an Airbnb to stay at for the next three or four days.”

“You can stay at my place here in the city,” I said.

“Are you serious?” she asked, a look of astonishment on her face.”

I was sure she thought I was crazy. “Look, I know we just met, but you’re a damsel in distress and I’d love to be your knight in shining armor. My place has two bedrooms and I promise I’ll be a perfect gentleman.”

A beautiful smile graced her face. “Not too perfect, I hope,” she said. She stuck out her hand. “My name is Guinevere.”

“Nice to meet you, Guinevere,” I said. “My name is Arthur. But my friends call me King.”

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s Saturday Mix Opposing Forces prompt. The words are “suburbs” and “city center,” and “repair” and “damage.”