Hat snatched from her head Delilah spun around hoping to find it on the ground but, screeching with delight the parrot flew off with its cargo bobbing between sharp talons, colorful wings grabbing attention from tourists and locals deep into the park.

Delilah flushed red, anger and embarrassment danced inside with a gurgling taunt. Abruptly she turned spitting on the walk nearly hitting the shoes of her companion, Her hands in the air wailing, demanding action.“Did you see that, I was assaulted by a filthy bird.” Henry edged around the spit nearly touching his shoes and, deftly fit his words between the spaces in Delilah’s tirade, “yes I did see, assaulted to be sure, should I call the police?”

Her hands holding her warm flushed face in mock horror squinted at Henry bursting out into a full belly laugh, at the bird, at her tirade and at how masterful henry was at defusing such situations.

Sometimes really hearing what other are saying can give us the loud whack we need to listen to ourselves. Today’s 100 word story is entitled Of Course Silly, Enjoy!

Of Course Silly

Delilah floated from group to group kissing the pretty while patting the shoulder of the ugly.

She excitedly told me her sobriety blossomed at the AA meetings when treating everyone equal.

“Oh Delilah, do you hear yourself” I’d ask? Touching my forearm she inflected, “of course silly” then float back into the crowd.

Meeting over, we joined friends for a late supper at Gremlins.

I started to order when the waitress spilled water on me, Delilah grabbed her forearm shouting “you stupid bitch.”

“Delilah do you hear yourself” I asked? “Of course silly’ she inflected, adding “what should we order?”

Those feelings where everything seems to be coming toward you are often familiar. Today’s 100 word story is entitled Steak & Grapes, Enjoy!

Steak & Grapes

How she knew I was in NYC is a mystery, but she did and I was trapped.

I agreed to lunch, deciding to walk the 12 blocks to the Pierre.

For some reason it seemed everyone was walking in the opposite direction.

Reaching the 34th floor a slight anxiety, a familiar Delilah feeling washed over me.

Delilah was waiting, she touched my cheek ran her hand through her hair and with exuberance asked “How Are You”.

Steak with grapes were served, we smiled and ate.

Delilah’s hand moved to my knee, she handed me the bill, for renovating the solarium?

Delilah smiled while deeply pondering her 107 reasons why we should break up.

Her hand touched me, she asked “do you think the song On The Road to Nowhere is about us?”

Pulling the car over I smashed my head five times on the steering wheel saying “Delilah it’s just a song not a message from the magical synchronistic universe ”

Using her best melt his heart voice Delilah said “I know, sometimes I just feel like we don’t belong,” acknowledging her deep hurt I returned the touch.

We drove off to our lake house in our separate bubbles, silently.