Potato Salad

She recognized with sinking dread that the argument about whether onions belonged in the potato salad was a manufactured friction that would justify a drink. Which meant he’d gone off Antabuse several days ago in anticipation of finding a pretext for an argument.

She left the counter cluttered with egg shells and onion skins and walked out. Before she got in her car, she detached his house key from her key ring and tossed it on his welcome mat.

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3 Responses to Potato Salad

  1. John says:

    I say that the best potato salads come from Bavaria. They are so opulent served hot and chunked with bacon. So much, better then the chilled mayonnaise ones that our Americans cousins favour.

    Mary, numb and exhausted kept her best hostess smile on hold. What did the phone call mean?

  2. Ernestine says:

    She headed quickly to the car.
    Thoughts in her mind.
    This is it.
    I can take no more.
    Surely there is a better life out there for me.
    Over and over this has happened in the past.
    It’s over.
    As she pulls out of the drive
    There is sadness but also a peace is starting to arise within.
    Almost the beginning of a smile on her face.

  3. Val says:

    Wednesday night we had hamburgers, beans, and potato salad on the back porch. The weather was warm and there was a light breeze. As I was chewing my last bite of burger I happened to glance to the east and I saw smoke drawing up into the sky through the foothills. The smoke was white. With binoculars in hand I could see the flames flare as the fire moved eating up dead pinon trees.

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