The Cup Runneth Over, the latest trendy art restaurant, had been open for two months. The wait to book a table was three months.
Harold fought through the protesters. Their cries about the misuse of the scriptures for commercial gain had provided further publicity. Business was booming.
He was shown to his table where Cleo was waiting.
The abstract sculpturist was the only one of Harold’s clients successful enough to get a table in a place like this.
‘I ordered while waiting,’ she said, behind sunglasses.
‘Sorry I’m late,’ Harold mumbled in the dim light.
A waiter arrived with drinks. Cleo’s champagne fizzed over the side of her glass. Harold’s café au lait overflowed.
The food followed. Two plates of Kobe beef in a garden pea purée that dripped onto the table.
Cleo sighed in ecstasy. ‘Isn’t it marvellous? The statement about the rich overabundance in a world devoured by poverty.’ She crammed succulent meat into her mouth.
Harold burned his fingers as he tried to pick up his spilt coffee. ‘They could be more helpful by just serving smaller portions.’
Written as part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The challenge is to write a flash fiction story in around 150 words, based on the weekly photo prompt. Thanks as always to the challenge host Priceless Joy. For more information visit HERE.
To read other stories based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.
I would make sure to not order warm beverages in that restaurant.🙂
Great story , Iain .
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Lovely word-smithy. Especially liked the contrast you created.
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Thank you so much.
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The first thing I thought of when I saw that picture was “my cup runneth over,” but I couldn’t for the life of me come up with a story. You did. Nicely done.
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Thanks, definitely one of the trickier prompts to come up with a short story for, glad you appreciated my effort.
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Not sure naming a restaurant after a phrase found in Psalm 23 would prompt protests, particularly since said phrase has long since made its way into common usage.
I’d be more likely to protest opulent waste of food in a starving world.
Good use of the prompt, Iain.
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Thanks James – I’m sure there is a group of people somewhere who will take offence – there always is these days.
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quality mate!
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Thanks Michael
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So much wisdom in this flash!
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Thank you Liz 🙂
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So true! If they served smaller portions it would help humanity but then they would have to change the name of the restaurant. Great story, Iain!
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And the theme of the restaurant is more important!… Thanks PJ 🙂
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Yes, so true!
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Absolutely brilliant satire there, Iain. Brilliant.
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Thank you, very kind.
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Very descriptive and good point is made The wasting of food in the west
Well done
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Thank you Marja
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Perhaps the protestors should open a restaurant called My Cup Halfeth Empty!
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Haha. I bet they would attract a very depressed clientele!
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I hope his overflowing cafe au lait did not look like the photo. Yuck!
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I tried to not look at the photo too much – yuck indeed!
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Surely out will be a future stop on the Good Networks Gluttony shows. Nice work with the prompt!
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Thanks Mark, much appreciated.
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Great take, loved the contrasting imagery.
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Thank you
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They could serve smaller portions but in the decadent place this thought would be consigned to a corner. the opulent and poverty are rightly juxtaposed.
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Nice work! I am now suitably hungry and must be off to grab a bite to eat 🙂
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Thanks
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Great take on the prompt and well written.
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That resto will be a thorough mess.
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I’d hate to be the cleaner!
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Great story, Iain, which suits your title so well. Love the punchline, too.
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Thank you Millie
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