TEA TIME
MICRO STORIES
Nicolás J. Marinelli
TEA TIME
Widow Wilkinson learned from her father, the most esteemed Colonel Sir Thomas Mallory, that good manners must be respected above all. However, that afternoon, during tea time, Mrs. Wilkinson decided to turn a blind eye to her son Paul, "the rockstar"; after all, he had deigned to visit her after a long absence.
The tea went by more or less pleasantly, although Mrs. Wilkinson couldn’t stop glancing up and down at the striking outfit worn by her only son.
As it came time to say goodbye, Paul, tired of wearing his hair tied back, decided to let it down. His long, jet-black hair cascaded over the fine satin tablecloth and fell onto the delicate pastries. Mrs. Wilkinson couldn’t take it anymore; she grabbed a large bread knife and plunged it into the middle of Paul’s head, who collapsed instantly. Then Mrs. Wilkinson thought, "You look better this way, dear son. A center part, as good manners dictate. Just as your dear grandfather would have wanted. Rest in peace."
