Wednesday 22 April 2009

 

Expensive

She is seventeen, and displeased. She flings her brown hair backwards in a dramatic gesture.
"I need a different cell phone contract. This one is rubbish". Her complaints have the rhythm of the often repeated. Her hunched shoulders, her little moué, all express misunderstood frustration.
"What's wrong with it?"
"I'm always out of minutes, that's what's wrong with it!"
Her father says, more mildly than is his wont, "It works just fine for me."
"That's because you don't text as much as me", she cries out. Her voice becomes shrill with the unfairness of it all. "I have a party to organise, do you haven any idea how expensive that is?"
There is a pause as her parents quirk their lips, thinking how familiar they are with the word "expensive", and what a surprise she is in for once she reaches a passing familiarity with it herself.

Comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]





<< Home

This page is powered by Blogger. Isn't yours?

Subscribe to Posts [Atom]