Thursday, June 07, 2007

Harold, Rex

Harold adjusted his toga while Jasfoup positioned a wreath of laurel leaves upon his head. They were shown to their respective recliners by Felicia in a skimpy outfit.

“I could get used to this,” said Harold as Gillian brought out a platter of daintily garnished meat.

“It is your birthday.” Ada raised a glass of pink gin and inspected the platter. “What’s this then?”

“Flaming tongues with honey and garlic,” said Gillian. “A delicacy in ancient Rome.”

Ada nodded and tried one. “I thought the bird enclosure at the zoo looked a bit empty,” she said. “Now I know why.”

© Rachel Green 2007

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