A fly on the wall
‘So could everyone please stand and applaud this family, who have given so much to this community, their donations and commitment making it what it is today. Without them who knows where we would be. We are all truly grateful and would like to take this opportunity to let you know that you are the rock of this village, holding us together and making it as strong as it is today.
Ok, the fat woman’s clapping now, a bit too energetically I think. Whoa, look at her go, its like she can’t stop. The crowds doing it now an’ all. It must have been their cue, when the fat lady sings, start clapping. I suppose the family do deserve the appreciation, they have done a lot for the community.
I ain’t been around much, but they seem quite decent, kids included. The man’s not a bad family guy, looks after his kids well, and treats his missus nice, all that kinda stuff. The missus ain’t half bad looking either, plus she’s got the brains to match. Both own that really big company, the one that produces all that sports gear. No wonder they got dosh, they rake it in. But they don’t let it get to their heads mind. The old folks are pretty harsh on the kids, not givin’ ‘em enough to waste, but just enough to appreciate. They’ve raised them good, smart kids they are. The boys off to uni some time this year, and the girls just finishing her last few exams before she follows suit. Good family they are, half decent I reckon.
Look at them, standing on that stage, they all look so happy, so genuine. So perfect.
Well, they’re leaving the stage now, and finally the crowds easing up. Quite a lot of people turned up, more than I expected, more than anyone expected I guess. Everyone’s off home probably, though the pubs a better guess. Oh look, they’re going home an’ all. Might as well hitch a ride with them, since we’re all going to the same place.
As the door closed, the smiles began melting away, fading from the faces until all that was left was a line. A line of motionless expression, void of any feelings, or emotions that may have been running through their heads. They split. The father heading for his study, the mother to her room, the children to their own separate chambers. No talk, no last looks.