Fun. Friends. Good food.
Rain? No matter. Tent. Cozy. Dry.
Choices. Salads. Beans. Ham. BBQ Chicken.
Yes, yes, yes and yes. Thank you.
Double the plate or certain disaster. Okay.
What's that? Hamburgers. Slight char. Perfect.
Stack of American cheese. The white kind. Makes it healthy? Okay!
Yum. Burger. Cheese. Bun. Friends. Tent.
Drop of ketchup.
Bigger than a quarter? Oh, yes,
On. My. White. Blouse.
WHY, GOD, WHY?
Don't look down.
Look around. Husband noticed.
Suicide. A bit much? Not sure.
Mass murder? Same.
Kitchen. All alone. Good.
Woman walks in. Who is she?
"Oh, ketchup on the boobs...happens to me all the time," she says.
Mental note: Spare her life.
Whisk off glistening red bubble with a practiced hand.
What's left: red stain. Huge.
Can't leave. Too early. Rumor there is cake.
Sponge. Damp. Blot.
Stain now pink.
Eyeglasses! Position over stain. Hide.
Blot more. Cold water.
Too cheap to buy Tide bleach pen. Looked good on TV.
If survive this, will purchase.
Stain better. Not gone. Announces to world: have eaten hamburger.
Hoped to hide that from world.
On way to tent, sky opens. Raindrops, big as dinner plates, soak me. Stain. Everyone.
People wet. Laughter. Stain? Forgotten.