Evening Light
He summoned us over after dusk. A low wooden table held champagne and other tasty delectable nibbles of food. Oysters sat in a huge round tray three tiers high. Lobsters slathered in butter waited to be eaten, salads were covering half the table, this was going to a feast, but why? He had gathered us together, his characters of friends, and he lured us here to announce something to us. Said he needed us all present. Once the last straggler arrived he hush us all up and then… pulled out a book. We all looked at him and then at each other confused. He explained he wrote a book about character like us. For every time he said he could not go out lately he was writing. We all nodded and knew he had been writing. He gave us all a signed copy. Raised a glass of champagne to us and toasted us. All of his friends. He said we inspired him with our braveness in life, our quest for the perfect foods, our cross country adventures, and all our tales. The book without our real names, was a tribute to us. He had written a book about life! Cheers we all said and clanked glasses. Our friend was a published writer and we could not have been happier for him. Let the party begin…and with that we sat down and dug in!
