She is a most admirable woman. Everyone says so. Always so kind and generous to those less fortunate. What charity! What munificence! What benevolence!
She picks the silver tea spoon up from the white tablecloth, polishes it with the linen napkin and smiles at her reflection in the spoon’s bowl. She really can’t think of anyone more deserving of admiration than herself.
She always thinks about this on Sundays for Sunday is the day she distributes her largesse.
Every Sunday she invites – she likes to think of it as ‘sponsoring’ – some impecunious young man to afternoon tea at Hotel Parrott.
This week’s fortunate fellow is a philosophy student. He’s clean, which has not always been the case with some of the young men.
How he’s tucking in! The cucumber sandwiches, the petits fours, the tarts, the scones, cream and jam.
More? she asks.
He can’t manage another mouthful but she urges him on. More! she says. More! More!
How grateful he’ll be, how he’ll thank her. That’s only right of course.
And as for him? He forces down the last cranberry scone and gazes through the window, admiring the blue rooster in the square. So proud and calm on his plinth.
More! she says, waving to the waitress to bring another plate of scones.
2016 is my Year of the Blurt. Each week I’ll try to take advantage of odd spare moments to write a quick Blurt which I’ll post Thursday mornings. Probably the Blurts will mostly be fiction, but who knows!
Thank you for dropping by to read this week’s Blurt. It was inspired by the Daily Post’s Weekly Photo Challenge: Admiration.
The photo is of “Hahn/Cockerel” by Katharina Fritsch, Trafalgar Square, fall 2014.
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