Remember
that girl from school? The one with the braces and the stringy hair, the long
gangly legs; the flat chest. She was never quick nor funny enough with her
comebacks, so in the end she just stopped trying and retreated into her oversized
shell.
You
meet her again; years later.
Technically,
you’re middle-aged. Boys are receding and paunchy. Girls are all dark roots and
whatever-fits clothes.
You
all trundle along to the reunion hoping for cheap booze; memories of fumblings
behind the bike shed and the day that Jonny Parker set Mindy Collins’s hair on
fire in the science room.
You
don’t recognise her at first.
‘Who’s
that with the tight dress and the smooth legs and the big hair?’
‘She’s
talking to Old Beaker, the science teacher. Is she at the wrong reunion?’
‘She’s
looks too young to have been in our year – we’d remember her, wouldn’t we?’
Salivating
men gravitate like bees to nectar; bitches huddle
‘Maybe
she works here. I don’t recognise her, do you?’
‘Who
does she think she is, dressing like that? Showing us up…’
You
look down at the identical glittery tops you’ve bought from the same High
Street store, only difference being some have bought the red and some the blue.
No one’s bought the black because you’re all wearing same style black trousers;
cheap polyester-mix straining over inactive rumps.
‘Whatever
happened to Mindy Collins?’
‘Wonder
if that bald patch ever grew back?’
You
cackle.
You
ladle punch from a bowl the size of a wash-basin, refilling your little plastic
cups more often than you take breath.
The
woman walks away from Old Beaker and you hear him say: ‘Nice to see you again,
Mindy. So glad to hear you’ve done well for yourself.’
Your
mouths hang open.
‘Catching
flies, ladies?’ she says, smiling.
You
don’t know that she’s tipped a little packet into the punch bowl; the crystals
dissolved in an instant. Mindy was always good at science.
One
by one, you collapse.
In
the end, the whole tragic event will just get blamed on the dodgy prawn vol-au-vents.
* * *
Originally published in Once Upon A Time: A Collection of Unexpected Fairytales (2012)
Love this! 'Straining over inactive rumps' made me laugh. Some great lines here.
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