The Black Tie Event

She was invited to a party on the hill, the invitation said “black tie,” she wore white. Guests mingled about her as she drifted deeper into the halls of this mansion that seemed to go on forever; she was guided by her nose. The scent of dinner dripped off the curtains, and she realized with some dismay that she hadn’t eaten anything since two, so hurried had she been to make sure her make-up was in place. Around a corner she made her way, and down a hall lined with statues of Roman origin, men in togas, profound men, men with things on their minds, dead men; but not a woman in sight. They were busy washing the togas, she thought. Her nose was immaculate, in size, shape, form and function. It led her right to the dining hall, though no one else seemed to be dining. A man at the end of a long table bid her, “Sit down.” She noticed when he raised his arm that blood stained the cuff. He plucked a tuft of feather from his lip, she thought, then wiped it daintily upon the side of his plate. A butler issued forth from beneath the table. He stood up, straightened his collar, his coat-tails, and took the covered silver-platter from the table where he’d set it as he made about with his straightening. This he set in front of her; and when he removed the lid, she was eye to eye with a pigeon, fried, its feathers arranged just so around the body. All eyes, those of the statues in the hall, of the guests who had suddenly taken notice, of her host who had the blood dripping cuffs, and his servant, were on her. The fork in her hand quivered. She felt humiliated. “But this is just the beginning,” said her host, and with that a bolt of electricity shot from a small generator to a series of wires running round the circumference of the room. A great avian scream filled the room and hundreds of bodies, little bird bodies, were falling heavily to the floor. At the clap of his hands, the guests set about them noisily, not bothering with plates or silverware or to remark the stains on their fingers and cuffs and dresses. They ate them, bones and all; only the girl’s remained where it was, on the plate. She resigned herself to her fate. Crack went the bones between her teeth…

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2 responses to “The Black Tie Event

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