Things Change

She closed her eyes and let her mind drift to the moment she paused at the table, amazed that it appeared haphazard and abundant when earlier she had watched as it had been so carefully arranged. The items on it didn't even seem to together at first: A large champagne bottle dressed with a lazy brocade bow, black and white pictures of playing children displayed in ornate antique frames beside white porcelain bowls glowing pink from the fat, red strawberries inside shining through like soft pink lamplight, crusty bread, broken into serving chunks, a page of sheet music weighted down with a silver candlestick bearing a sea-green, never-lit taper, cheese in perfect slices standing in a row except for the front pieces that were wilting onto the silver platter. It was a still-life of elegance and abundance, simmering in the early evening light. One large v-shaped cluster of dusty-purple grapes caught her eye; it dared anyone drifting past to sneak just one. So she reached out...

Two seconds was all it had taken for the red wasp rise up from the center of it all, sting her pinky finger of her left hand, and send her to the hospital where finally after injections and other indignities the swelling in her throat had subsided enough for her to let some jello slide down.

Ah, summer.

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ROFLOL! I told you I wasn't good at endings. Here's the word list: jello, simmer, sting, frame, bow, lamplight, page, row, drift, sneak