Burnt Offerings Peanut Collection
Excerpt from Burnt Offerings
As soon as the light dinged off, the skeletal, aging stewardess wheeled up the aisle and eventually handed Aidan a bag of pretzels and a printed napkin, and another set for Cole.
“What to drink?”
“’Scuse me, ma’am,” Cole interrupted, speaking loudly over the snarl of the engine just outside his window. “Are there any peanuts? For the boy here?”
“Peanuts? Can he get peanuts instead of pretzels?” Cole said again, trying to hand back his cellophane bag of pretzels.
“Oh no, sir,” she said, leaning in so he could hear her. She smelled like talc and stale French fries. “There are no peanuts on this flight. Too many people are allergic.”
He didn’t know what to say to that. It seemed ridiculous that one person’s issue could change tradition or custom. Getting through security was the same way. Some dipshit put a bomb in his shoe and now they all had to get scanned with full body X-rays. Someone couldn’t have peanuts, so none of them could?
This might be my favorite story from the collection and my most recent. Cole’s complete inability to see why someone else’s issue should affect him was his defining characteristic. I think it is in our human nature to assume everyone experiences life the same way we do. And I think there is nothing that could be further from the truth.
When I first set out to write this story, I wanted to write about a man who was not fine but always answered “Fine.” I was pleased with where this story ended up.
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