Glass Topped Table

[Angela]

Bits of knees and feet flutter below bags of hot dog buns and bowls of potato chips. The ice bucket is a bully, standing like a fire plug, forcing everyone to reach around. Onions and lettuce skip among us, and no one can impose reason on any of the condiments. It feels as if the water in the pool has suddenly absorbed our sound, and with our paper rafts full of charred meat, we hum like cavemen. The old man at the head of the table is in charge of the flyswatter. No one jumps or complains about his slapping and flailing, because he is our beloved guardian and allows nothing to threaten our tribe.

[Cita]

EXCELLENT! I can't even pick a favorite line... and I have been flapped by a flyswatter at a family picnic, too! And became unflappable after awhile... baaaahaaaaa....

[Teresa]

I ditto Mike. This is the heartbeat of a familiar celebration. Lovely.

[Mike Handley]

"paper rafts full of charred meat, we hum like cavemen" ... absolutely delicious. What a great idea for a Six!