Something I said?
Jen leant against the door frame, enjoying the cool night air. The party music was throbbing behind her. Laura, her older sister was centre stage as usual, brash with big hair, big boobs and big earrings.
Bored, Jen wandered out into the garden. Unlike Laura, she’d never felt comfortable in social situations. Never knew what to say or what to do.
‘ ‘llo,’ said a drunken male voice behind her.
‘Hi,’ she squeaked.
‘Nice party,’ he slurred as he leaned towards her and leered.
‘ Why don’t you have something to eat?’ She grabbed a plate and pushed it under his nose. Have a carrot stick? Help you see in the dark.’
‘Thanks.’
Silence. ‘Do you like cartoons?’ She couldn’t believe she’d asked such a stupid question!
‘Whadda you mean by that?’ He was turning nasty.
Why?
‘Well, er..,’ she burbled.
‘Do I go aroun’ askin’ people questions like tha’? Do I? Do I? Le’ me ask you a question, okay?
'Okay?’ His face was red and sweating.
‘Okay.’
‘How woul’ you like to be stereo…stereotyped by wha’ you read or watch on TV?’ He was drunkenly swaying.
‘Well, I…’ she mumbled.
‘So you make mistakes.’ He wagged a half eaten carrot at her. ‘You’re no’ Miss Perfec’, no Wonder Woman!’
‘No, well..’
‘Right, there you are. See? See?’ You shouldn’t judge people. Women!’
‘I shouldn’t judge people?’ She shouted, ‘You are a drunken…lout with… big ears and … big feet!’
She put her hand over her mouth. Had she really said that? It felt so good!
He gave her a hurt look, tried a dignified exit but was hindered by a white powder puff tail sewn onto the sagging bum of his Bugs Bunny outfit.
Her Wonder Women costume suddenly fitted like a glove.
© Lorna Windham 2008