Microfiction VII

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He made many sacrifices to father a child. He sat through the hideous birthing and parenting classes in the weekends while he could have been drinking happily. But this one was the most difficult. It was already late afternoon and he hadn’t had anything to eat, but he was unmindful of the hunger. He packed his wine glasses, champagne flutes, decanters, ice buckets, commemorative beer mugs and all the artistic stuff he had to show for years of drinking. In the baking sun, he lugged his wine rack into the trunk of his SUV along with the carefully packed boxes of stemware. He then drove to his friend’s house and deposited everything safely in the basement. He even gifted him a bottle of wine as a token of appreciation – for letting him use the basement in his hour of need. With one half of the job complete, he logged into cox and kings website and booked a rather lavish tour package for two. His in-laws were coming.

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5 Responses to “Microfiction VII”

  1. Maha Says:

    almost my story – except wine is the only allowed drink for now – so out go the jim beam and jack daneils. and .. it was not cox and kings vacations – rather a lame-ass road trip to new jersey punya sthalams.

  2. Alan Smithee Says:

    You get to drink wine?

  3. Maha Says:

    yep – one of the few privileges arising out of marrying into the besant
    nagar liberals. besides, i have also convinced mami that heart disease
    runs in the family and that red wine can save lives.

  4. Alan Smithee Says:

    I think it is easy to convince mamis, liberal or otherwise. But to convince in-laws is a different thing.

  5. l2asriram Says:

    maami nu sonnadhu avanga maamiyara dhan. besant nagar liberals, bada soku po.

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