Lois Nelsen Lewandowski Wins Flash Fiction Challenge

I’d hoped for more from my bachelorette brunch. My future sister-in-law was a
girly girl whereas I’d played on my college rugby team.

The doorbell rang and my bridal party burst into the room. Stacy, my maid of
honor and former team captain, took one look at the table and howled with laughter.

“Who’s coming, the Queen of England? Jeez. Oh, I’m so relieved that there are pimento pinwheels. These are so elegant.”

Stacy grabbed a sandwich and with a flick of her wrist spun the edible Frisbee at me, hitting me in the side of the head.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Margo freeze. I had tried to warn her about my crazy friends. At the moment I had more important things to address, namely the cream cheese on my face and my response to Stacy’s assault.

Grabbing a handful of grape tomatoes from the crudité I peppered Stacy with the projectiles. Stacy laughed and dove behind the sofa, but not before grabbing the platter of black bean roll-ups.

“You dare to take me on? Eat this!”

I was barraged with roll-ups and Margo and I dove behind the table. Poor Margo. I reached over and pulled a black bean from her hair. Margo’s expression hardened. She put a finger to her lips.

“Truce!” she called sweetly as she grabbed a tomato.

To Stacy’s surprise Margo wound up and beaned her right between the eyes with the fruit.

“Welcome to the family,” she said.