Last Saturday I had to work the banquet at Turkey Town. The room was crammed with oversized people stuffed into tuxedos. The shouts of drunken frat boys doing jello shots echoed through the December hall like it was an after-hours party. Who gets married in December? Shot guns. That's who. We ran out of the beef bourguignon, and people were not happy with our clams casino. They smelled like Aunt Ethyl's room at the home. Some lady grabbed me, her hand a hundred years old. Hey can you get me another one of these? Five sheets to the wind. Sure, I grabbed her glass. She'd never remember which penguin she spoke to. We weren't supposed to touch the food, but it's a long corridor from the kitchen to the serving trays. I had a whole plate stashed behind the bread trays in the pantry. Old man Mertz nearly caught me chowing. I pretended I was messing with my braces. He didn't care. Get back on the floor, son. When they announced the father-of-the-bride dance, I snuck out back. Didn't want to watch that crap. Not knowing where my Dad even is. The cold hurt my lungs, made it hard to breathe. A kerjillion stars. My breath billowed, like a cartoon.
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My first job was at Turkey Town. No, this is not me, it's fiction. But, man, how dwellings do inform the imagination.
Published at Blue Fifth Review in February 2012! Thanks, Sam Rasnake and Michelle Elvy!
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Loved the "crammed with oversized people into tuxedos" visual for Turkey Town! Wonderful story. Great job.
Thanks Andrea! You rock my world. "Let's get this thing into the oven!!!"
A little masterpiece. I am amazed at how deftly you slip in the information that gives this story its dimension. Listen up, folks. THIS is the way to do it! A+ & *
Jack, you are a gentleman and a scholar! Thanks a ton for your gracious support.
Such amazing imagery, simultaneously comical and tragic, my favorite mixture.
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Thanks, Matthew! I really appreciate these generous comments.
Love this. It felt like I was there. *
"When they announced the father-of-the-bride dance, I snuck out back. Didn't want to watch that crap. Not knowing where my Dad even is. The cold hurt my lungs, made it hard to breathe. A kerjillion stars. My breath billowed, like a cartoon." I love this, so much truth married to so much inventive writing. Fave.
Christian, thanks so much. means a lot.
Darryl, your generous support is so kind. Thanks a ton!
Good piece, Robert. A wonderful moment: "Some lady grabbed me, her hand a hundred years old. Hey can you get me another one of these? Five sheets to the wind. Sure, I grabbed her glass."
But the ending - "The cold hurt my lungs, made it hard to breathe. A kerjillion stars. My breath billowed, like a cartoon." - is perfect. Great writing.
Thanks so much, Sam! It is still available if you know any zines that might want it?
"A kerjillion stars. My breath billowed, like a cartoon." Perfect.*
Thanks, J.P!!! So wonderful to have your support.
"it's a long corridor from the kitchen to the serving trays"--great characterization, setting, etc., but that was my favorite line. *
what I mean was, "great characterization, setting, etc. THROUGHOUT.
Beate, thank you my dear. Such generous comments, much appreciated.
Nice! There is something about those last three sentences that I particularly love.
David, thanks for reading and commenting. Glad to know the ending resonated with you.
Loved this, Robert! Such a visual on the scene and then that ending that brings it all home!!! Excellent! ******
Oh Robert, Love, love , love dark comedy. You are brilliant!
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Meg, I adore you! So soon we will get to gush in person. I am so excited!
MaryAnne, I am so pleased that you liked this little ditty. And your generous comments are lovely.
You're understated here, Robert, and it works well. A velvet jab at the end. Sometimes restraint is exactly what's needed. Nice job.
You're understated here, Robert, and it works well. A velvet jab at the end. Sometimes restraint is exactly what's needed. Nice job.
Thanks a ton, Joe. Nice to have your insightful comments.
Excellent snapshot of what it's like working that sort of gig. *
Thomas, you are the BOMB! Thanks for your support.
five sheets to the wind -
and those kerjillion stars,
perfect.
Estelle, thanks so much for your generous support.
Robert, this piece is funny. "she'd never remember which penguin she spoke too..." funny stuff. I like the way you end it too.
Sara t: so thrilled you enjoyed this one! As always, thanks for letting me know.
oversized people stuffed into tuxedos.
Who gets married in December? Shot guns. That's who. We ran out of the beef bourguignon, and people were not happy with our clams casino. They smelled like Aunt Ethyl's room at the home.
above lines struck me--just the clarity and originality of your language within a narrative--excellent work! *
Bobbi, you are so kind, these comments are so generous. I am a huge fan of your writing so they mean the world to me. Thanks!
Mister, you've done it again. The world/"Turkey Town" through the eyes of The Adolescent...cynical, impatient, risk-taking, fragile. Includes much of what makes teenagerdom/life tough. And memorable. The ending stuns.
I am humbled by your masterful assessment of this piece, Maura. I can't thank you enough for your support, and look forward to reading more of your stunning prose.
Good one, Robert, great visual piece - loved the ending esp.
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Thanks, Myra! I appreciate the kind words and support!
"Not knowing where my Dad even is." That's a pop in the kisser. Love the way it slips so softly from humor. Great story. "A kerjillion stars."*
Thanks so much, John! I appreciate your generous comments.
Like the strong atmosphere and voice, the bit of humor/confession and then the ker-pow ending. In less then 250 words. Well done!
Thanks Berit! Your support and generous words, as always, are lovely to have.
Nice!
Thanks Luke! I like the one word summary.
Wow, I REALLY enjoyed this, Robert. Very nice!
Eryk, you are very kind! I am happy this one worked for you. Nice to know, too.
Great flash, Robert. Just enough of everything. Nice job!
Thanks so much, Cynthia! I appreciate your comments!
So whirling and crowded. Excellent. *
Christopher, your sweet thoughts make my morning sing!
Excellent
Thanks, Benjamin!
Love how quickly I get enveloped in this, and the surprise twist of the end! Great work, Robert!
Thanks, Michael, your generous comments made my night.
Such life to this, Robert! Wanted it to go on.... *
My dear Kari,
Thanks so much for your sweet comments and fave.
every friend of <a href="http://speh.tumblr.com">penguins</a> needs to read this. the tragicomic tuxedo men. this is stuffed with great characters like the turkey breast i'm going to have later and i'll be thinking of old man mertz. *
Marcus, you are such a kind and thoughtful writer! Thanks so much for your generous comments. I appreciate them, and you!
Very cool and so "Robert" all the way!
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Ahh, so Susan of you to stop by and comment! LOL xoxoxo
So short and satisfying. Great Imagery!
Thanks so much, Bonnie! I appreciate your generous words.