Sunday, November 23, 2014

Special Plate



Special Plate

The tablecloth was placed on the large table. Jewel tones glittered and sparkled by the chandelier light. Silver bowls sat cozy next to the fine bone china plates. All their edges gilded in gold. The candles stood tall in ornate holders the length of the table.
The older man over looked the dining area. Once he was pleased the setting he took out his pocket watch.
He watched the the little hand tick,tick,tick,tick away.How many ticks had he seen in his twenty years? How many puppies had the old woman have him serve with such luxury? The strays were brought in, cleaned up, taken care of. Huskies, Jack Russells, all sorts.
He pulled out the chair at the head of the table as she entered

“Play the Chopin.” she declared.

The music filled the room as the silver tray was placed in front of her.

“What are we having this evening Philip?”
“Shepherd Pie, ma’am.”

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