It was a magnificent dinner party, filled with friends and intelligent conversation and cook book-inspired nibbly things.
The sky was that perfect shade of blue-black that adds the right amount of backlighting. It make the trees seem like they were sketched into the horizon with black marker.
On the table, there were candles and wine glasses. In the air, there was fiery jealousy and arrogance.
The man sat at the head of the table, feeling as useful as a CB radio on the moon.
To be continued…