Conflicting statements
rescinded truths
“Hey Gerald. I came as quickly as I could. What’s so
important?”
“Sherry, I have put together an amazing surprise for you. It
was a lot of hard work to get it all here, but you’re worth it baby. Nothing’s
too good for my lady.”
Sherry turned her attention from Gerald to take in the sumptuous
and romantic meal spread before her. Fried chicken, biscuits, fruit, a beautiful
cake, and glasses of wine, already poured, covered the entire picnic table.
“Oh Gerald! It’s stupendous! Did you really do all of this
just for me?”
“Of course my love,” he replied, anticipating the passionate
appreciation Sherry would demonstrate later. “Let’s start with desert, shall
we?”
Gerald leaned in for a kiss, but Sherry went to sample the
rich cake. She would have liked to have dived into it, but she restrained
herself.
“I still can’t believe you carried all of this out here by
yourself. It must have taken you a long time.”
“Don’t give it another thought my dear,” he crooned. Just as
he leaned in to try and steal a kiss, another couple arrived at the table.
Gerald’s face turned red and he quickly suggested that they leave.
“But Gerald, we haven’t had our lovely dinner yet. You went
through all this work and…”
The other woman at the table looked at her and Gerald,
disgusted. The man swatted at them, but not before Gerald grabbed a juicy grape
and made a hasty retreat.
“I can’t believe how fast those pesky ants moved in on our picnic,”
the man said to the woman. “I was only gone for a few minutes to meet you in
the parking lot.”
Gerald now knew that his plans for a romantic evening with Sherry
were ruined. She had left with such speed that she had all but left skid marks
from her fast moving feet. But hey, there were plenty more lady ants – and picnic
tables in the world.
