By Carter O'Neill
The reunion? Okay, I guess: my Marana classmates convened at Elizabeth’s ranch-ette a heck of a long drive outside Tucson. We enjoyed Mutt’s kielbasas and Sandra’s chocolate cake, and listened to Alan’s Motown CD he made for our 50th.
Around seven, dusk fell on E’s desert patio at the edge of the Ocotillo trees. Lizards and cactus bats came out. Talk turned to Billy K, our rancher schoolmate. Never liked him much, someone said.
Over Cheetos and Pinot Gris, we debated whether Billy deserved to be shot three times by his foreman last week. A good time was had by all.
I like it. Same old, same old when it comes to high school reunions. ?
That’s supposed to be a smiley face, not a question mark……
Short, sweet, and to the point. Great ending comment, too!
Brevity is the soul of wit; courtesy of Samuel Johnson, is my mantra. Brava!
Nailed it in 101 words! You’re not only a great story-teller, you’re a helluva good editor! Loved it!
This is a remarkable story. Concise prose that manages to crackle and fizz with surprises. I loved it.