Spittoon (w.c.55)
“I'm pregnant,” he says, swirling a glassful.
“Oh.” She's nosing hers, thinks Meredith's a bitch. Little brother deserves better.
“It's not Meredith.”
“Oh. Oh!” The Zin registers blackcurrants, complexity. “And the plan?” she asks.
He chews a mouthful, spits out dark purple and signals the winery host to pour.
"Time for a Cab," he says.
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I changed this up a bit. Esp the last line.
Used to read "...host to pour, already onto the next." but I think this is stronger. Thoughts?
Is the "he" in the first line challenging?? It's meant in the sense of "I'm in a pregnant relationship" and obviously meant to be a bit provocative but the lack of comments makes me wonder if it (unintentionally) offends. Or is it just a crappy story?
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Oh, boy. Complications! Love this little jewel. Fave.
Thanks, Jack. Always appreciate the feedback.