Liquid Courage {Write at the Merge/Trifecta}

Instead of sipping the mimosa, Calliope put the flute to her lips, tipped her head and let the champagne laced orange juice flood her mouth and then, eventually, when the glass was drained and the stinging in her throat had subsided, she righted herself and exchanged the empty for another as a waiter passed by.

She’d sip this one.

The ballroom pulsed with the energy of the conversations filling the room. Calliope smiled as she took it all in from the edge of the dance floor, found her hips swaying to the Christmas music and began to make her way across the sea of people to table 31, so thankful for the bustle of the crowd and the boozy haze she was now floating in.

“Nice tush!” she heard as her skinny stilettos made contact with the hardwood. Ignoring the voice, she didn’t notice him in her peripheral until he’d matched her stride.

Calliope stumbled, her right ankle twisting in protest and met his eyes.


“I was kinda hoping you wouldn’t be here.” She squeaked as if it were a perfectly acceptable way to greet someone.


Lifting her ankle to rub it she sputtered, “I just thought, I mean… why did you come? You hate Christmas.”

He nodded.  “I do.”

“Three years ago you weren’t too fond of me either.”

“It wasn’t you I wasn’t fond of, it was our circumstances.”

Calliope peered into her champagne glass, suddenly thirsty for something, as he came closer.

Hoping her voice wouldn’t crack above the din she asked, “Do you ever think of me?”


“Does it make you angry?  Letting yourself think of me?”


“Me too.”  She admitted, putting the glass to her lips again and taking a generous sip before posing her next question.

“Do you miss me?”

He frowned, “I’m not sure.”

She flushed and drained her drink, “Well then I think you should kiss me, you know, just to make sure.”



Write on Edge this week:

F Scott Fitzgerald quotes



On now to our one-word weekly prompt.  This week we wanted to do something to mark the Jewish holiday of Hanukkah, and we foolishly thought that would be easy.  There are so many amazing Yiddish words that found their way into the English language, and we thought it would be great to highlight one.  To find one with a third definition, however, was not so easy.  We thought all was lost until we stumbled upon this gem.


1. a long pointed tooth; especially : a horse’s canine2. an interjection used to express disdain or reproach3. buttocks (slang)

Happy Hanukkah to our Jewish friends.  Now let’s all write our tushes off.
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Kirsten is a wife after years of dating, a mom after years of infertility & a lover of shoes, words, NYC and TV dramas. A storyteller and daydreamer at heart, this is the place where her stories come to be told. Thanks for visiting.


  1. That champagne will go straight to ones head, as straight into trouble as Calliope is headed! Again!

  2. Unaware But Underlined says:

    This is wonderful and both prompts just make it so cozy in a crowded Christmas party…cheers!

  3. First of all, awesome Write On Edge prompt. I agree wholeheartedly with F. Scott. Not second, by any stretch, I LOVE this because (not only that you wrote it) but because this stuff, these feelings happen. Just like this. Very real and sexy! Hmmmm… What happens next?
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  4. Oh, very smooth, that last line haha

  5. She’s a bold and spicy one :) As always, you write relationships so well!
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  6. Oh, those complicated relationships.
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  7. Great dialogue, as usual, Kir. :)
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  8. I loved the atmosphere you created here and her state of mind became so clear through the picture you painted with your amazing words Kir:-)Great job-as always!
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  9. Fabulous set up for one of those age-old traps. And she’s walking herself right into it.
    She should just stab him with a stiletto and get it over with already!
    Love the ankle stumble.
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  10. Ah, there’s nothing like a little Mimosa to bring out a little Christmas cheer. Maybe even rekindle a past love. I really enjoyed Calliope. I think she’s curiously charming. This was a fun story.
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  11. I like her question about whether he was angry that he sometimes thought of her. The dialogue here is wonderful.
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  1. […] Though we rarely feature our editors here, I’d like to give a round of applause to Kir for including one of my favorite combinations — champagne cocktails and tense situations — in her piece this week. See what I mean at “Liquid Courage.” […]

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