“One martini, two martini, three martini four,” chanted Elijah with slurred but measured speech. “There’s nothing the day can throw at you that a good drink can’t fix!”
He plunked himself down on the couch without spilling a drop while ignoring Rosie’s intent glare.
“Drunk already?” Rosie asked. “Why am I not surprised?”
The question was rhetorical but Elijah replied, “Because my dear, you know everything. At least, that’s what you’re always saying.”
“Father said you’d never amount to…”
Elijah cut her off.
“Yes, your father knew even more than you, didn’t he? What a fount of wisdom he was.”
“Leave my father out of this,” Rosie cried.
“But you brought hi…” Elijah hiccupped, “Him up.”
The two stared at each other in practiced silence. Their faces were stone. Finally, Rosie turned and stormed from the room.
Young Alexander, who’d been sitting quietly the during this exchange found the courage to speak.
“I had no idea you had such a terrible marriage. Have you considered divorce?”
Elijah responded, “Terrible marriage? Divorce? Are you mad? I love that woman more than words can express. Who else would tolerate an obnoxious drunk like me?”
Elijah laughed heartily as he downed his drink.
Word Count: 200
[This is my entry into the Sunday Photo Fiction challenge, hosted by Alastair Forbes. Write a short story of 200 words or less from the photo prompt provided.
This wasn’t so much a story as just practice writing some dialogue so forgive me for that. I just couldn’t get Elijah and Rosie out of my head. Their brief exchange wouldn’t allow any other stories to come through so I decided to give them a spotlight for a moment.]