Friday, November 23, 2012

Feast Of Misfortune


He stood at the doorway, strengthening his resolve and swallowing down the angry outburst that had the potential to spew forth from him like so much acrid bile on the occasion of, yet another, holiday gathering. 

He knew no matter how sumptuous the fare, how festive the music, how amiable the conversations, beneath it all would be the stench of judgmental disdain, self-righteous sanctimony and unbridled hypocrisy. It would waft about him in a sickening miasma no less disgusting than would be sitting in the midst of a rotting midden heap; albeit one with impeccable decor. The smiles gracing the faces of those in attendance would be superficial masks at best.

He’d long since given up asking himself how he tolerated it all and resigned himself to just getting through it without saying or doing something that would merely serve to validate their, as yet, misplaced disapproval of him.


This story was written for the weekly Five Sentence Fiction flash fiction prompt: feast.

9 comments:

  1. A beautiful description of contempt and how it feels... I love the "as yet, misplaced disapproval"! Nice piece :)

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  2. I love your prose! The way the words just slip across the tongue. Very well done! Loved this!

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  3. Sadly, holidays take their grip on the emotions. well done.

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  4. Sometimes we can't choose who we dine with!

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  5. Powerfully written words to describe a non-optional encounter with people who truly don't have a clue about us. Strangely, I've had that same experience in a church or two.

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    1. Wow - in church. That's pretty special.

      Cheers!
      JzB

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  6. would merely serve to validate their, as yet, misplaced disapproval of him

    Perfect. And perfectly realistic.

    Now - what is it about him that they find so distasteful, and why is he included? Lots of implied back story.

    Cheers!
    JzB

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  7. You've met my family? ;) nicely done. Love this: " beneath it all would be the stench of judgmental disdain"

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  8. Bravo - a feast of words and fiction. Kudos :)

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