Over a month since I have been on here and even longer since I have taken part in Friday Fictioneers. Well, it’s a new year and that means renewed goals and resolutions. Writing is at the top of my list once again and there is no better place to start than this weekly challenge.
copyright Lora Mitchell
Jennifer stared down into the plastic champagne flute and observed its glistening base.
“It’s empty” she intended to say but instead it came out as “Itssssay eamptee”
“Too many bubbles” Her husband gently took the flute from her grasp and placed it on the grass where they sat.
“Mark, it’s not eavin mignight”
“I have some orange juice, you’ve guzzled all the champagne”
Mark wrapped his arms around his wife, quietly amused at her inebriation. Easing into his embrace, Jennifer watched the fireworks whistle and shriek before casting an explosion of pink and purple across the sky.
“Wow, soooo maynaay of them” Jennifer murmured, captured by the moment.
Mark desperately wanted to be part of his wife’s enhanced reality instead of watching a solitary Catherine wheel struggle to entertain the dwindling crowd.
“Next year, you’re driving”