Standing on a rise in Eldorado Park, the three waited in their ninja attire, hands on their hips, legs apart, and from where Caron sat, festering with rotten motives. Unprepared for this, on a day she had planned a picnic, on a quiet day in the sun with a packed lunch, blankets, a book and though she’d never use it, she wished she had brought her key chain with the mace.
Macon said, “Forget them. Put out the food and see what happens next.”
Caron whipped the blanket out and fanned it in the air; like a plaid flag to summer bliss, it stretched across the green grass. From her basket, she produced napkins, plates, forks and knives, jars of pickles, olives black and green, potato salad, fried chicken and corn-on-the-cob. She laid things out… enticingly.
Macon grabbed a plate and fork. “Let the feasting begin.”
Scooping a heap of potato salad onto Macon’s plate, she looked over at the three, still there, still with their hands on their hips, still with those grins and their rotten attitude. “They haven’t moved.”
“Ignore them, Caron.”
“How can I? Just look at them, with that look of defiance, that look of ‘make me’, that look of ‘we outnumber you.’ It’ll never change, Macon, never.”
“Oh come on, Caron, you know what to do.”
“I shouldn’t have to,” she said, looking over her shoulder.
“Caron.”
“Fine.”
She pulled out the last container, opened it up and piled the contents onto a plate.
Like a tornado, the three twisted, spun and somersaulted over to the blanket. With their hands on their hips, their legs apart, they stared at Caron with those undeniable looks.
“Triplets,” she thought. “I should have had my tubes tied.”
She held the plate out; they each grabbed a brownie and somersaulted away.
Judy Cabito was born in Salem, Oregon, grew up steps from the Puget Sound and currently lives in Incline Village, Nevada. She calls herself a Westcoaster, if there is such a thing. She has been published in several fine online and print publications.
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7 Responses to “FEASTING • by Judy Cabito”
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February 25th, 2008 at 4:47 am
Ha! Good twist! Liked this lots.
February 25th, 2008 at 11:31 am
And I thought having two boys was dangerous.
I like Macon telling her to ignore them. Funny.
February 25th, 2008 at 8:34 pm
Are the ninjas crows? Crows as well as a reference to the couple’s triplets at home? At first read I thought they were crows, liked it, cute.
February 25th, 2008 at 8:39 pm
OK, I get that they are the triplets all along, but didn’t get the reference to mace. The way they stood, black and with hands on hips, the way crows hold their wings, I thought they were crows. Oh, well.
February 26th, 2008 at 7:50 am
AAA+ for originality
February 26th, 2008 at 3:12 pm
funny
maybe the mace bit was just supposed to indicate her exasperation?
March 4th, 2008 at 8:07 pm
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