The Reluctant Eavesdropper

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: The Imaginarium


All Alice wants is to enjoy her treat.

Submitted: September 09, 2018

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The Reluctant Eavesdropper.

 

Alice watched as the couple approached the table next to hers. She could see just by their postures that they were spoiling for a fight. Not with her of course, but with each other.

The problem was it could be so embarrassing. When she and her late husband Edward had ever had a disagreement, they would have had it in private, well away from prying ears. It would always get resolved sooner or later, and their making up would be done in private too. Alice blushed slightly at the memories.

These days though, it seemed like all the young people liked to perform their arguments in front of an audience. Maybe it was safer that way. Or maybe it was something to do with all this ‘social media’. It wouldn’t surprise her if there was someone filming it on one of those smart new phones.

Whatever the reason, it still made her cringe with an awkward embarrassment. She never knew quite where to look.

These two didn’t take much time getting down to business.

How could you? In front of me as well,” the young woman said, voice raised enough to travel around all of the surrounding tables.

What? I don’t know what all the fuss is about.” Well, Alice thought, he might as well admit to it, whatever ‘it’ was, going by his defensive tone of voice.

You stood there, undressing her with your eyes! You were almost DROOLING!” That last word was bordering on a shout. Perhaps one of the staff would come over and ask them to tone it down a bit.

Alice stared at her slice of cake so hard, she could see it almost as a mixture. And it started to look oily, greasy, not nice at all. A special treat and all this display had ruined it for her. She reached for the teapot and her hand shook.

Oh, come on Shar. You know you’re the only one for me.”

The tea was mildly warm. The taste of the ‘make-up’ that was almost certain to now take place soured her stomach. Better just to get up and go.

Alice walked towards the door wondering how many more times she would bother with a ‘treat’ when it nearly always ended the same way – ruined by other people’s quarrels.


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