Pickle 4, FOTD: News
Title: News
Main Story: In the Heart
Flavors, Toppings, Extras: Pickle 4 (eating for two), FOTD (felicitate: to compliment upon a happy event; congratulate), rainbow sprinkles (Gail and Jack Hirschfeld), whipped cream (Ivy in utero), malt (Sara's thanksgiving apple pie prompt: Papa, I know you're going to be upset/'Cause I was always your little girl/But you should know by now/I'm not a baby/You always taught me right from wrong/I need your help, daddy, please be strong/I may be young at heart/But I know what I'm saying" -- Papa Don't Preach, by Madonna), pocky.
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Gail's father gets two pieces of news.
Notes: I am at a con, and will respond to comments/catch up on reading when I get home. Sorry for the delay!
"So, Gail," Jack said, putting his knife down. "You said you had news?"
Gail, hungrier than she'd ever been, continued eating. "I broke up with Brad." She sneaked a glance at her father, and was amused to see him perk up.
"Oh? Should I be sorry?"
"No," she said, "I think congratulations are in order. He's a bastard."
Jack's eyes narrowed. "I don't disagree with you, but why the sudden change?"
"I told him I was pregnant and he called me a whore, so I dumped him. Dessert?"
Her father stared. "He... you're... what?"
Gail resigned herself to missing dessert.
Main Story: In the Heart
Flavors, Toppings, Extras: Pickle 4 (eating for two), FOTD (felicitate: to compliment upon a happy event; congratulate), rainbow sprinkles (Gail and Jack Hirschfeld), whipped cream (Ivy in utero), malt (Sara's thanksgiving apple pie prompt: Papa, I know you're going to be upset/'Cause I was always your little girl/But you should know by now/I'm not a baby/You always taught me right from wrong/I need your help, daddy, please be strong/I may be young at heart/But I know what I'm saying" -- Papa Don't Preach, by Madonna), pocky.
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Gail's father gets two pieces of news.
Notes: I am at a con, and will respond to comments/catch up on reading when I get home. Sorry for the delay!
"So, Gail," Jack said, putting his knife down. "You said you had news?"
Gail, hungrier than she'd ever been, continued eating. "I broke up with Brad." She sneaked a glance at her father, and was amused to see him perk up.
"Oh? Should I be sorry?"
"No," she said, "I think congratulations are in order. He's a bastard."
Jack's eyes narrowed. "I don't disagree with you, but why the sudden change?"
"I told him I was pregnant and he called me a whore, so I dumped him. Dessert?"
Her father stared. "He... you're... what?"
Gail resigned herself to missing dessert.