Peonies
Not far from our
new house in the country sits another house, a glorified trailer with an
overstuffed flower garden. I drive past and wave enthusiastically to the owner,
red-faced from his labors, who returns the gesture with equal zeal. Early in
the evening, I decide to visit my neighbor. I choose clothing carefully: a
flowered blouse, perfume. I’m not sure why. Besides the wave, he isn’t
attractive: wispy strands of black hair barely stretch across an oversized
head. A droopy stomach over droopy shorts. I find him beside his house, in a
shed lit with a single bare light bulb. I’m
here for the peonies, I say. We look at each other for a long moment. Up
close, his nose is blunt. A fine white scar divides the bottom lip. Peonies, he says slowly, as if I’ve
uttered the correct password.
Table Talk
My mother tells
her friend on the phone about my father’s latest misdeeds: he’s lost money at
the track, meant for my brother’s tenth birthday party, a no-big-deal family
thing at a diner, but still. Her voice gets screechy as she talks of the boy he
was caught fondling in the bathroom of a bowling alley. The worst part: the
dumb schmuck doesn’t even bowl. I don’t need to hear the flat “ah-has” and
“hmms” of the listener to know she’s not interested. Mother sits at the dining
room table, legs thrust underneath, a filmy nylon nightgown brushing her knees,
her calves dry and scratched. I’m stretched out beneath the table watching her
feet rub together like another pair of fussing hands.
Chanukah
David’s car is
packed with so many stuffed animals it looks like he’s robbed a zoo. At his
ex-wife’s house, he opens the car door, wrestles out a full-size tiger, and
drags it across the snow-covered lawn. It takes 20 minutes to fill the den with
damp toys. Laughter shrill, smiles too wide, his daughters roll atop the plush
mountain of new pets. They hope this year’s performance will convince Dad to
stay. Last Chanukah was such a failure.
CP
Tina Barry’s
short stories and poems have appeared in Drunken
Boat, Lost in Thought, Elimae, and other publications. She enjoys good
meals almost as much as great writing.
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