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    Cornucopia ~ Chapter 6 ~ Thanksgiving Wednesday (Part Two of Four)

    Story written on December 11, 2008 by Spumoni.
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    Story Shortlink: https://mail.assertive-maroon-jellyfish.104-250-143-187.cpanel.site/?p=71952
    Author Notes:

    Venn diagrams are diagrams that show all hypothetically possible logical relations between a finite collection of sets (groups of things or, in this case, the framily)

     

    When the train stopped, more than half of the passengers began to depart.  The train’s aisles were crowded by the standing passengers, slowing the departures as remaining and departing passengers moved themselves and their luggage out of each others way.  Bette kept watch over her choicest selections and was pleased to know that at least one would be hers.  She had not noticed the giggling of the drunken girls seated near the front of the compartment.  She did, though, hear the loud squeal of recognition from a fellow standee who had recognized the gigglers as her friends.  To get to the gigglers, the girl pushed against the flow of the departing passengers as if she were a spawning salmon. When, as it inevitably had to, the girl’s forward progress abruptly stopped, she slammed into a departing passenger who lost the grip he had been trying to keep on the bottle of beer in his hand. The contents of the bottle arced through the air, bestowing its yeasty yellow contents on Bette.

     

    “Fucking asshole,” Bette yelled, even though the offender was only inches away, “Is an apology too advanced a concept for your level of lifeform! Hey, dog-feces for brains! Banana slug!  With that vacuum in your skull, why are your ears so far apart! Are you a small brained Neanderthal that thinks beer is a magic potion that will melt the encroaching humans?  You must be working on a PhD in oafishness. Hey, oaf par excellence, how many feet did you crush as you pushed out of the train?”

     

    The offender would have apologized but he was afraid of Bette and pushed past other passengers to get off the train.  He heard the yells continue until he was at the stair case leading up from the platform.

     

    Bette also frightened the other passengers.  They waited until she had chosen her seat and she got to finish her trip with extra space since no one would sit next to her.

     

    Bette settled in for the remaining hour of her trip.  She pulled out the pages that she had photocopied and tried to read.  She couldn’t, though, because her mind was consumed with ever and ever more creative descriptions for the beer spiller. She grumpily folded the pages and shoved them in her jacket pocket.

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    1. Hey there, thx so much for this. Always enjoy your stories and I’m learning, like the NY Public Library-over here u just have to go sort your own books out unless u make a request to the National Library or to a University Library.Like the names of the Lions.And cereal actually doesn’t have much nutritional value so maybe Bette and Tina could make Angie a nice smoothie with berries, yoghurt and an an egg for protein-no need to tell her about the egg though. Just a thought. PPS

    2. I love the flashbacks with Tina’s family. Bette’s family (Or should I say Kit and David) seems full of sadness. I can’t wait for the next post.

    3. hey don’t get me wrong here but if time permits and the creative flow comes through, a nice story similar to this one but without the flashbacks, with B & T would be fun to read, not that this one isn’t.

    5. ”I have taken some Liberties when writing this story” – So you’re wearing a big copper dress that’s turning green, w 7-spikes on yer head and carrying a big book and a torch?… interesting… ;-)

    6. So paths crosses without the travelers necessarily meeting? OK. Too bad Bette didn’t disembark in NY, with that mouth she would have fit right in. Inspired and colorful insults are an ancient art form there. I daresay I’ve gotten off a few good ones there myself. At about the time of the flash backs I worked across 5th Ave. from the library and in warm weather I’d join the masses of office workers to have lunch on the steps and terraces out front near the lions. It usually was a nice break but there was that time 2 men were arguing, one on the terrace above me and the other below, about the man above’s wife. I was grateful when they moved along, taking the argument farther across the steps with them. I’m not a parent, but I was a finicky eater as a child. I’d have to tell Bette to skip the sushi. Not much shelf life with that.

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