Eyes Open, people

“It is with immense sadness, that I present you today this trophy, (sob) for Dolorous Accomplishment. (snort)”

“Thank you (sniff) thank you.” She looked at the gilded cup and started bawling. “I’ll treasure it, always.” The last syllable came out like a puppy being squeezed.

She walked off the stage, and embraced her hubby.

“Good job,” he blubbered inarticulately. Her son sat beside him on his bumped-up chair, watery drops streaming from his face.



They dissolved, one family a semi-melting mess, as the ballroom looked on, waterworks streaming, and the curtain came down on the evening.


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