"The seagulls are graceful whatever they do," I said, hoping for a response.
"Oh, yes," she replied, "they're positively enchanting!"'
"Enchanting,” I repeated, quite encouraged.
“I love them so much, and I’m so happy to meet you!”
Still got it, I thought!
"How long have you loved the seagulls?"
"Why, all my life! They're my grandparents."
"Yes, Herbert and Elsie Siegel. I just assumed you were one of Grampy's oldest and dearest friends."
Know what? I hate seagulls.
Yes, I hate seagulls so much I wrapped up this contribution to the Friday Fictioneers in a very respectable 117 words. If I had gotten anywhere with Grampy's granddaughter, I'd probably have had me a book.
It's a good thing I didn't talk with her about the beauty of seagulls in flight because she'd probably have thought I was talking about Herbert and Elsie's frequent trips to their condo in Boca. Anyway, for more cogent and less depressing takes on the Siegels --- I mean, on the seagulls --- click here and take wing with the other fictioneers!
Well, I'm off to dinner with the Siegels. Who knows? Maybe Elsie has a younger sister.