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“Retired, you say,” she shouted into the mouthpiece.
“When?” The interference on the line was exasperating.
“She’s what? Damned connection! I can hardly hear you, what did you say?”
That can’t be right. “I thought you said ‘she’s performing at St. Cecilia’s,’ what do you mean ’performing’, doing what?
“Did you say art Beverly? Tell me she’s not reciting her poems.”
O the embarrassment caused when her sister had recited those abominable odes.
“The Harp you say! Don’t be ridiculous, she can’t play the harp!”
Ha! A septuagenarian learning the harp: never!”

Keeper of the airwaves whispers: “Never say never”

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