Let me start by typing this: Happy 4th of July to all my American friends! Happy 4th of July to all Americans in general as well.
Last year and the year before that, I wrote a short story celebrating the occasion in my own special way. This year, I’m using the date as a reference again but I ended up going with a very different approach, one that I’m not sure exactly how to explain so I’m not going to even try. The truth is I can’t pinpoint how the idea came to me in the first place. British English can be sexy so maybe that had something to do with it, I don’t know. Perhaps you’ll have better luck. Until tomorrow.
“Again with the fireworks?” Jeremy vociferated.
“It’s 4th of July, dear,” his wife, Magda, remarked. “What did you expect?”
“Some peace and quiet. I wish we were still under British rule….”
“That can be arranged…” she replied in her most delicate and entrancing accent.
“God Save the Queen…” he muttered.
No one would save him.