The man on my left asked me, “And where IS your husband tonight?”
I took my fish fork, and stabbed him in the thigh.
The hostess whispered loudly about how brave I was,
And how this was a very good thing because,
“She is ten pounds too heavy for that dress.”
This of course meant I had to pour the duck sauce,
Orange and sticky and sure to stain
Onto her best linens.
When I asked for the bread,
The woman on my right said, “Do you really think you should?”
Presented with the warm, fluffy rolls I took two.
One to eat and one to butter heavily and drop into her expensive purse.
Fantasy over, I left the overdone powder room,
And marched out to the patio for coffee and dessert.
Karen Southall Watts is teaching, writing, and reinventing her life. Her flash fiction and poetry have been featured at Fairfield Scribes, Free Flash Fiction, The Drabble, Sledgehammer Lit, 101Words, Soren Lit and The Chamber Magazine. She is also the author of several business books and articles. Karen is a 2021 Pushcart nominee.