Faith sat prim and proper, her white blonde hair falling against her pale pink sweater. John sat at the edge of his chair, listening to every set of footsteps that came down the hall. They'd been over for dinner when Mary spilled her water during appetizers. It was in the waiting room that John spilled his secret: the baby was his.
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Great piece, Heather! It has a Victorian soap-opera feel to it. I love the play on 'spill'.
ReplyDeleteI was particularly happy with the play on spill as well. I hadn't thought beyond getting them to that moment. I do wonder how it will play out for them.
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