Whispers

[Tiger]

Ten women of a certain age. Whispering behind their hands, sussing out secrets. Trading pictures of graduations, weddings and christenings. Comparing notes on diets and surgeries, failed marriages and affairs, careers and retirement plans. Ten women of a certain age, all sipping white wine and speaking at once. Welcome to the 40^th reunion of the class of ’70.

[Gita]

Nice and compact telling of a story. What you don't say, my mind's eye can supply. The only difference here is that I'd never listen to the women from my high school talk about their surgeries or affairs. We were never that close to begin with. Well done.

[Bonnie]

I am of that class, and reading this made me feel ancient. But I'm not, so I'm over it. Never went to any reunions; too many schools in too short a time and no real connections. Probably didn't miss anything.

[Toby Tucker Hecht]

If that's your high school reunion, your "certain age" is younger than mine.

[Jeanette Cheezum]

I only went to one class reunion. That was enough for me. Well done, Tiger.

[Stephen Torelli]

Wonderful imagery of your high school reunion