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OLWG #29-32 – Mabel and Marvin Take Tea

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2018 has not started well in terms of keeping on top of things…. Here I am responding to four weeks of New Unofficial On-Line Writer’s Guild prompts. All 12 are listed at the bottom. There’s one I couldn’t incorporate into my scene below. Any suggestions on how to include it are very welcome.

Thank you to Thom Kerr for providing this challenge each week.

 

Marvin and Mabel Take Tea

Mabel and Marvin sit in a plush red leather banquette. A pot of tea and milk jug sits between them; they each have cups, and a plate of gooey Death by Chocolate cake oozes in front of Marvin.

Mabel: Is it good?

Marvin: It tastes just as deadly as it looks. Do you want some?

Mabel: Over-rated rubbish. You’ll need CPA after eating that.

Marvin: You mean CPR. And I won’t. Why don’t you try some? There’s enough to share.

Mabel: No, I want you to tell me all about Melissa.

Marvin: Mother she’s wonderful. My ideal woman. Petite, red-headed. She sings like an angel.

Mabel: You met her at choir?

Marvin: That’s right. She joined last term. I loved her from the moment I saw her. I thought she’d be out of my league, she is so pretty. And she’s as tuneful as a songbird. Listening to her practise is like hearing the birds at dawn.

Mabel: Tell me more about her, less about the singing.

Marvin: She’s got blue eyes and freckles. She’s always smiling. She works as a teacher; has one brother who lives up north. Her parents are local. She loves running, reading, tanning and singing.

Mabel: And how old is she?

Marvin: Thirty-five.

Mabel: Really? That old? I’d’ve expected you to go for someone younger. Or at least someone with the prospect of giving me grandchildren.

Marvin: There’s plenty of time for that.

Mabel: I’m beginning to think you don’t want them. Children I mean.

Marvin: We don’t have to. There are no rules.

Mabel: Yes there are. We are born, we get together with someone to have kids, and then we die.

Marvin: Mother, this may sound hard to believe but it doesn’t have to be like that.

Mabel: Your father was just the same. The way he hitched up his trousers I thought I’d never conceive. His little swimmers were always overheating and dying in all that constriction.

Marvin: [Stares speechless.]

Mabel: Don’t look at me like that.

Marvin: Like what?

Mabel: Like I drive you nuts and you hate me. My heart is pierced like daggers.

Marvin: Mother your heart is so hard it would take a diamond tipped ice pick to penetrate it.

Mabel: I wonder sometimes if they swapped you in the hospital. I don’t believe you can be my son. And soon I’ll be old and then I’ll die and I won’t have rocked your baby in my arms.

Marvin: Can we change the subject?

Mabel: Sure.

Marvin: How’s Auntie June?

Mabel: Oh she’s good. Since she went on the HRT she’s been much better. She looks like an impeccably dressed transvestite these days.

Marvin: Mother!

Mabel: What? I’m only telling the truth. Auntie June has always looked like a man. Now she looks like one who used to be a woman, which you have to admit is better considering she is a woman.

Marvin: Okay, maybe you’re right.

Mabel: Next question.

Marvin: I don’t have any.

Mabel: Neither have I.

Marvin: Shall we go then?

Mabel: I haven’t finished my drink.

Marvin: Oh, I have tea too.

Mabel: And cake to finish.

Marvin: Please have some mother.

Mabel: Strange but true, but when I say I do or don’t want something I tend to mean it.

Marvin: Fine, have it your way. But I might be a while. It is very rich.

Mabel: I can wait for the moment. And if you take too long, you’ll be paying the bill.

 

 

  1. Neither have I.
  2. An impeccably dressed transvestite.
  3. The birds at dawn.
  4. Really? That old?
  5. Was she really invisible?
  6. Just as deadly as it looks.
  7. pierced like daggers
  8. CPA
  9. Strange but true
  10. hitched up his trousers
  11. there are no rules
  12. oh, I have tea too

 

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Ready, Set, Go – you have 25 minutes, but if that is not possible, take as long as you need.

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Written by Sarah Ann

January 12, 2018 at 3:30 pm

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