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Marc double-checked everything in the van to make sure he hadn’t forgotten anything. Two tents, sleeping bag, air mattress, extra sleeping bag because someone always forgot theirs, duffel bag, and cooler filled with ice and pop. The empty cooler, waiting for food, sat on the driveway. Satisfied, Marc went back inside to wait.

Leslie arrived first.

"Coffee?" Marc asked as he led her into the kitchen.

She replied, "That sludge you drink? No thanks. But maybe I can make you some real coffee." She smirked and drew a small metal and plastic cylinder out of her tote bag.

“What is this thing?” Marc asked. He picked it up and turned it around in his hands.

“Don’t tell me you’ve never seen a French press!” replied Leslie.

“Okay, I won’t tell you.”

“You’re the worst, you know that?” She snatched the French press out of her brother’s hands. “Here, let me show you.”

She reached into her bag and pulled out a small bag of coffee she’d ground that morning and spooned some into her press. Marc eyed his sister dubiously as she went about heating up the water and explaining the ideal temperature and steeping time.

“When it’s done,” she said, “you push this plunger down to keep the loose grounds out of the coffee when you pour.”

“I have an electric coffee maker, “ said Marc. “I put all the stuff in, push a button, and it beeps when it’s done. I don’t need some newfangled contraption that makes me work for my coffee.”

"It’s not newfangled!" Leslie scoffed. "It’s been around for . . . I don’t remember, actually, but longer than electric coffee makers.”

"Ah-ha!" said Marc, "I always did say that you were regressing, Sis."

Leslie rolled her eyes. "Hmph. Innovation isn't always an improvement, you know. Besides, you can't take your electric thing glamping."

"Glamping? Is today International Confuse Your Brother Day, or something?"

"Glamorous camping. You know, like, enjoying nature, but still having creature comforts like fluffy pillows and hot showers. And good coffee."

"But laying your head on rocks is part of the charm!"

"As if you don't already have an air mattress packed in your van."

"Well, yes, but I still get to wear my rattiest clothes and not shower for a couple of days and not get judged for it."

"That's what you think. Claire and I totally judge you."

Another voice came from the front door, making Marc and Leslie jump. “Oooh, judging Marc is always fun!” Their sister Claire appeared in the kitchen doorway. “Sorry,” she continued, “the door was open, so I let myself in. Is that a French press? Nice!”

“Oh, not you, too!” Marc groaned.

Leslie asked, “Would you like a cup?”

“Yes, please!” replied Claire.

Leslie got a couple of mugs out from the cabinet. “Marc?”

“I’m fine with my sludge; you girls go ahead.” Marc took a sip from his own mug. “So, Claire, are you in cahoots with Leslie on this glamping business?”

Claire raised an eyebrow and answered, “What the heck is glamping?”


Marc sat at the picnic table in the fading sunlight, contemplating Leslie’s centerpiece--his parent’s dented old percolator, filled with fresh flowers. He and Leslie had cooked most of the dinner, so Claire was cleaning up with the help of a cousin and his wife, while the rest of the cousins were playing horseshoes nearby.

As he sat, he could see Leslie sashaying back to the campsite from the showers wearing a strappy blue sundress. He lifted his coffee cup to her in greeting as she approached the picnic table.

“So what do you think?” she asked.

Marc grinned before answering. “The coffee is excellent. The dress is ridiculous.”


( 11 comments — Leave a comment )
Apr. 15th, 2014 06:16 am (UTC)
Great characters and conversations! Glamping is the only way to do it. :)
Apr. 15th, 2014 12:10 pm (UTC)
I really love the converations in this piece. :P
Apr. 15th, 2014 03:31 pm (UTC)
haha I love the last line.
Apr. 16th, 2014 12:38 am (UTC)
I saw my first french press last summer. I'm not a coffie drinker though, so perhaps I can be forgiven for my ignorance. (Smile)
Apr. 16th, 2014 07:39 am (UTC)
Lol! Ah, sibling rivalry. :)
Apr. 16th, 2014 07:54 pm (UTC)
I love coffee from a french press! Also, lol, glamping is the only way I could ever actually go camping. XD
Apr. 17th, 2014 02:03 pm (UTC)
Haha.. i enjoyed this..like a breath of fresh air...loved the word "Glamping"
Apr. 17th, 2014 05:01 pm (UTC)
You wrote nice character interactions! :)
Apr. 17th, 2014 05:58 pm (UTC)
Great last line :) Glamping all the way!
Apr. 17th, 2014 11:06 pm (UTC)
If that's the definition of "glamping", I've never actually been camping. :-)
Apr. 18th, 2014 01:52 am (UTC)
Love the naturalness of your dialogue. It's hard to get it right.
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