Here's hoping some of you might join me in posting a story with a picture for Wednesday Wit and Wisdom. The challenge is to post a picture, then write a short story or a poem about the picture. When you have your story written, you can link up for others to read. Feel free to also add your picture and story to another link of your choice. The link up is on my WWW page here.
This picture is hanging in my dining room, and here's my story about it. The Tea Table
She invited me for tea. The summer sun shown brightly as I drove out into the country and down the long winding lane to her summer home. Rose bushes and fences with vines lined the gravel path. Dust kicked up behind me in soft clouds, as I thought of how my car would have to run through the car wash on my way back home. Why had she called me to join her? We hadn't talked for some time, although we had been friends for many years. I smiled as I thought of her in our college days. She was so beautiful and confident, while I was the more studious and quiet one. The boys would always turn to watch her walk by, admiring her stature and her engaging smile.
Jolene had married her college sweetheart who had gone on to become a successful lawyer. He kept her in beautiful clothes and accessories. She loved the summer house as a retreat for her painting and writing. Then one day she called to tell me they were getting a divorce that was mutually agreed upon. She would keep the summer home. Her paintings had garnered some recognition in the city, and it resulted in shows that began to pay off for her. An agent had discovered her and helped to launch her first novel. It was good to see her achieve her goals.
I pulled up to the front of the house and walked to the front door. She opened it before I could even knock, offering me a strong embrace before showing me to the back veranda. The tea pot and cups were already placed on the beautiful white table cloth and the scent of roses engulfed me as I sat down. The aroma of the jasmine tea completed the setting.
From the corner of my eye, I saw a man approaching from inside the house. At first I was curious, then dumb struck as I recognized my husband. He came through the door and sat at the table opposite me. With carefully chosen words, they told me that they wanted to be together; that he wanted a divorce.
My throat constricted so that I couldn't utter a word, as tears began to flow. My friend, my husband, betrayed. My feelings were in shambles. I rose from the table and deliberately poured my tea into his lap. Then without missing a beat, I walked out to my car and drove away, leaving them to stand together on her front porch. The tears became sobs. How could they do this to me? I have been so dumb to not see what was happening!
The roses that appeared to be so beautiful when I came now seemed to be dark shadows, ghosts pointing and laughing at me.
How would you complete this very short story? Have you ever felt betrayed and angry and felt tears you couldn't stop? Tomorrow will be a better day.
That's my story for today. Now it's your turn to find a picture and write your story here.