Sunday, August 28, 2005

End of the night...

This is how the cake looks at the end of the night. The party is simmering down. Loud bouts of laughter are still heard from different areas around the cottage but most of the guests have gone. Every surface is covered with beer bottles, plastic plates, wine glasses. Bits of cake sit, somehow fittingly, in the shrimp dip bowl. Cigarette butts float merrily in a half empty cup of tea. Someone on the deck recounts the story of his dog. The only remaining child has a blanket thrown over his head as he sleeps, completely unaware, on the sofa.

It has been a long day.

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