Thursday #writephoto prompt: Inside-out
“Who’d a thought I’d be goin’ to a black an’ white ball? All them senators dancin’ with their wives…or husbands, an’ the president, too!” I hooted at my son.
“Mother…please!” he whispered sharply.
I hain’t seen that shade of red on your face since you was a boy.”
Six feet tall and handsome as his daddy, he pulled me to the side and said, “I’ve had the tickets to this event for 2 months. Celeste left me a month ago. Mother, she sent her ticket to you and said it was from me as a joke.”
“Why’s everyone wearin’ black an’ white?”
“Mother, you’re not stupid or I wouldn’t be a professor,” he grumbled.
“If you was smart, you would’ve stayed outta politics,” I said. “Ain’t no way a English lit major’s gonna stand toe to toe with these guys.”
“Oh no,” he whispered. “That’s Lena from…”
“Corrupt News Network. I know,” I said, smiling at her. “She looks like a black swan glidin’ this way.”
“Let me do the talking, mother.”
Lena stopped in front of my son, snickered at me, and said, “Who’s the gargoyle?”
“You,” I smiled.
“Dr. Holcomb?” she asked my son. “Is this woman related to you?”
“This party hain’t nothin’ but a bunch a losers,” I said, turning to walk away.
“Wait!” Lena ordered, as if she owned the place.
I felt a woman’s hand on my arm. That just wasn’t gonna fly.
But she did.
Source: #writephoto : gargoyle