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Moonlight and Merlot

July 19, 2011

The continuing saga of the lives, loves and heartbreaks of the residents of Dion Valley, CA.

As with all the best things in life, this is for adults only.


So that was it. It was over. What a waste of fucking time.

Phoebe heaved herself to her feet with a heavy sigh. She shot Zack a dirty look. He still sat across from her slack-jawed and wide-eyed. What was the point of having a boyfriend if all they did was stare off into space and drool instead of being a gentleman and helping the lady to her feet, seeing to all her needs? She really did need to upgrade, but the problem was Zack was the pinnacle of what Dion Valley had to offer.

Truly pathetic.

She glanced over at Nick and Lela and watched as her pawed her shoulder, fawning over her like she was… Phoebe didn’t even know what. Something.

She looked around the Altar, at the drawn and haggard faces of her friends, and scowled. This whole scene was despicable and nauseating. It was time to go. Immediately. “Get up,” she barked at Zack. “We’re leaving.”

“We’re not through yet,” Lela said, pointing a very accusatory finger at her.

Phoebe tsked. Didn’t Lela know pointing was rude? Considering Lela’s trailer-trash background, Phoebe figured she probably didn’t, so she decided to forgive her. Just this once. “Yes, we are, Lela,” she said, as patiently as possible.

“We need to correct what you did!” Lela bellowed, wagging that finger around for all she was worth. “We can’t just leave whatever it is you released free in Dion Valley.”

Phoebe sighed. It was sad when you had to explain the obvious to someone. She guessed maybe if she used really small words Lela might understand. “Do you know how to do that?”

“What?” Lela asked, blinking hard.

“Do you know how to ‘correct’ what happened tonight?” Phoebe asked, her voice dripping sweet patience.

“I, um, well, no…”

Phoebe nodded sagely as Lela stammered. “Of course you don’t. You don’t even know what happened and until you do, there’s is nothing we can do.” She frowned over at Zack, who had still not managed to get to his feet. “So, there’s no point in staying here, is there? Other than to lay around on the ground and moan about whose fault to was. And since that’s not going to help you figure anything out, it’s time to go.” She gave Lela an indulgent smile.

Lela looked her dead in the eyes and a sudden chill trembled crookedly down Phoebe’s spine. “You are going to help me correct his.”

“Fine,” she said, breaking that terrible eye contact with a flip of her wrist. Better to just agree now rather than have to endure weeks of Lela’s moaning and whining and attempts at cajoling.

“Go then,” Lela said, obviously dismissing her. Dismissing her! Phoebe opened her mouth to tell the other woman a little something about basic manners, but the look on Lela’s face stopped the words in her mouth. “I will be in touch, Phoebe,” Lela said, eyes blazing. “Count on it.”

It felt like a cold finger pressed into the base of her spine. Phoebe paused, shivered, but then instantly recovered herself. She didn’t need to deal with this bullshit. She drew herself up as tall as she could and then strode away.

[Until next Tuesday…]

2 Comments leave one →
  1. July 19, 2011 10:11 pm

    I really liked this piece, written with subtlety but I could feel the tension.

    Great job, Lisa.

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