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pinkies up

The thing I remember most about Esme was that amidst her thrift store furnishings she had one of those French provincial type telephones. The kind that Elizabeth Taylor had in Butterfield 8.

 She'd say that all the time too, most likely while fingering a crumb of Captain's Wafer out of her cleavage and delicately placing it in her mouth like Beluga caviar...
 "Same fuckin' phone as was in da movie."

Esme's world was a gyre of Paul Klee paintings, Popular Club pantsuits with Hermes scarves, teak tv trays, and Taster's Choice Instant Coffee.
"Honey, just put in a splash of half and half and then a spoonful of Cremora...Tastes just the same and you'll save on the cream."

On Sundays, we'd watch Masterpiece Theatre while sipping on SaveMart Tea in Royal Doulton bone china cups. 
Pinkies up.
That was pure Esme. 
Indulge commonly.
Live mightily. 

Rene ~ November 1, 2012


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  1. The form/style really helps to create a real vivid character and situation

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    1. Don't know if I completely understood the style but I had Esme knocking around in my head and this was a great way to free her and introduce her to the world...

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  2. Yikes! Great characterization. I think this is my first read of yours. I like a lot and I'm very impressed. One of my favs on this day.

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    1. You've been here before, henryclemmons, I'm sure of it :)

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  3. Yes, quite the character and deftly characterized. Fabulous take on the prompt, reminded me in the best way of aspects of a character from Elegance of the Hedgehog. Thanks for joining in the fun!

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    1. Thank you, Anna. And thank you for hosting this weeks "Meet The Bar". I had a lot of fun with it.

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  4. I like the last two lines, great painting of Esme ~

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    1. Thank you, Grace. I am glad you enjoyed Esme.

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  5. haha esme is a treat....she's got character...pinkies up, and masterpiece...and willing to drop an f-bomb...oh yeah she would be fun...smiles.

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    1. Esme is based on someone non-fictional :)
      f-bombs and all

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  6. she sounds like a dear friend that you'd want to pal around with that picks you when your down with a good movie and some tea.

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    1. Thanks! Everyone should have a friend like Esme :)

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  7. Yeah, she's a keeper. Love the high/ low contrast

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  8. perfect, sugar, a perfect image of a woman i've known in my lifetime! nicely captured! xoxoxo

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  9. Indulge commonly. / Live mightily. That last stanza is perfection, I like it a lot!

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  10. Everyone should take tea with someone like Esme. Hilarious.

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