She glanced around the small apartment. There weren't that many people there - maybe six. They all looked relaxed and slightly bored as they munched chips and nuts from the bowls around the room. Most of them had arrived late.
Kelly had shown up at exactly 7:30. She knew it wasn't cool to be the first person at a party, but she just couldn't help herself. Her social calendar was anything but full, and she had, in fact, been counting the days to this affair from the moment she received the invitation (via email) three weeks ago. A week before the party she had already planned her outfit. She purchased new shoes for the occasion, and has scheduled a hair appointment. The night before she sat up late waxing her laegs and doing her nails.
No one else seemed to have gone through half as much effort. They had thrown on a fresh coat of lipstick or changed into a fresh shirt, but that seemed to be it. WHY? She thought. Why do I think these things will be so important?
1 comment:
I had no idea you wrote fiction like this. Geez. I hope you write more! Have you read "Dog of the Marriage" by Amy Hempel, or anything by her? You should. Also, Raymond Carver...
xo
anne-e.
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