A girl comes home from college for Spring Break, unexpected by her parents.
She was going on a trip with her boyfriend but they'd had a violent argument and broken up. So, she decides to drop in on her parents, who were always complaining that they never get to see her or her older brother and sister anymore.
She drives up and dad is working in the yard, pruning the hedge. (Mom and dad have been retired for around four years.) Dad is delighted to see her, and says mom is taking a nap--she'd had a strenuous morning and wanted to relax a while.
They go inside and as they talk the daughter notices dad keeps turning away from her, like he doesn't want her to see the left side of his face. She finally corners him and takes a look. There's a big, ugly mark on his neck. A bruise? A melanoma? Did he fall or something? No. It's a hickey! Gross!
Then mom comes in, hearing them talking, and she's walking with a stiff-legged gait. She says she's fine, her legs are just a little sore because she'd been in an . . . unusual position for an extended period. Dad emits a Me-Tarzan "heh" when she says that and daughter figures out that mom and dad, now that they finally, after over twenty years, have the house to themselves, and are having hot and nasty sex pretty much every chance they get. Which is often. Of course, having daughter home sort of puts a kink into their plans for a little while, so to speak . . .
It's a sort of role-reversal thing, and a study of family dynamics and shifting roles, and how things change as people age. Again, I'll probably never do anything with it, but I thought it was an interesting idea, maybe as part of something larger.
Friday, June 25, 2010
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