Exceptional All blind dates don't end alike. A Bottle Of White, Bottle Of Red by howard11 Flash Fiction contest entry Artwork by cleo85 at FanArtReview.com

The hostess brought his date to the table. He stood. "Claire?" "That's me. And you're Henry." "Hank will do." He pulled a chair so she could sit. Attractive yes, but Claire appeared aloof, unlike her sister. After lighting the table candle, the hostess said, "Server Haley will be with you shortly." "So, you know my sister." "Many years. She kept you a secret." "Believe me, at my insistence. We observe sisterly detente, existing in dissimilar worlds with different kinds of people." Indirectly, Claire cavalierly relegated Hank to his proper place. Gracious of you to show tonight." Hank's words were distinctly frosty. Haley arrived and handed them menus. "Something to drink while you ..." "White wine and pasta primavera," interrupted Claire. Hank followed, "Please bring me veal scallopini and red wine." "Henry, not meat! That's wrong." Claire abruptly stood and stomped away. "Melodramatic bitch," hissed Haley. "You think?" said an amused Hank. Author Notes We live in an era when people are conveniently labeled; therefore, easier to like or dislike...accept or discount...give the finger to or not. Rash decisions made on the basis of mostly ignorance.

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