Friday serves it up!
There was a sort of virtue in it: saving the recipe, purchasing the eggs at the farmers market, laying out the ingredients on the nearly non-existent counter, assembling the cake with a deft hand, sliding it into the Holly Hobby-sized oven. And now, simply waiting, while the apartment filled up with the smell of love.
Showing posts with label fifty-five fiction friday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fifty-five fiction friday. Show all posts
Friday, March 06, 2009
Friday, February 27, 2009
55 Fiction Friday: Sawatdee edition
Friday likes to stand on the corner and people watch.
“Sorry, honey – I’ve got to work late again.” His message echoed in her head as she stared across the street. There he was, whispering into someone (some female one’s) ear. No one tells you how to handle this situation – confront? Slink home with the pad thai you knew would end up in the trash, uneaten?
“Sorry, honey – I’ve got to work late again.” His message echoed in her head as she stared across the street. There he was, whispering into someone (some female one’s) ear. No one tells you how to handle this situation – confront? Slink home with the pad thai you knew would end up in the trash, uneaten?
Friday, March 21, 2008
55 Fiction Friday: Haiku table edition
Friday worked at a dot.com back in the day, and had a table that it adorned with haikus written by coworkers. A selection:
Goth club
black black black black black
black black black black black black black
black black black black black
dreaded 404
error: cannot find page
the web is not mine
billy dee, muse
Oh, Colt 45
divine amber pungent brew
Sooth my ailing soul.
Fishing is alright
But you mostly just stand there.
I guess you could sit.
Goth club
black black black black black
black black black black black black black
black black black black black
dreaded 404
error: cannot find page
the web is not mine
billy dee, muse
Oh, Colt 45
divine amber pungent brew
Sooth my ailing soul.
Fishing is alright
But you mostly just stand there.
I guess you could sit.
Friday, March 14, 2008
55 Fiction Friday: three point one four edition
Friday thanks ashvin for the reminder that it today is Pi Day.
Joni warbled over the bar's scratchy stereo system about the Northern Star being constantly in the darkness. I swallowed the last of my beer, and thought of Juliet proclaiming that Romeo should not swear by the inconstant moon. Those chicas had it right: promises on astral bodies are romantic, but I'll take my constants mathematical.
Joni warbled over the bar's scratchy stereo system about the Northern Star being constantly in the darkness. I swallowed the last of my beer, and thought of Juliet proclaiming that Romeo should not swear by the inconstant moon. Those chicas had it right: promises on astral bodies are romantic, but I'll take my constants mathematical.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
55 Fiction Friday (Early): Contagion edition
Friday spent some quality time with DTG.
Almost immediately, we were laughing to the point of tears. So hard, in fact, that the people near us on the crowded train started smiling. That level of laughter - double over, and hold your sides - spreads insidiously, those nearby don't even know what's funny, but the corners of their mouths tip up regardless.
Almost immediately, we were laughing to the point of tears. So hard, in fact, that the people near us on the crowded train started smiling. That level of laughter - double over, and hold your sides - spreads insidiously, those nearby don't even know what's funny, but the corners of their mouths tip up regardless.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
55 Fiction Friday: TrapperKeeper edition
Friday knows that writing is therapy.
The next line was printed in bold felt pen and underlined: "NO ONE UNDERSTANDS ME!!!!!!!!!!!" A few small smudges at the bottom of the page suggested tears. She felt sympathy for her 13-year old self, and a sense of loss – she had much more control now, but would she ever feel things that deeply again?
The next line was printed in bold felt pen and underlined: "NO ONE UNDERSTANDS ME!!!!!!!!!!!" A few small smudges at the bottom of the page suggested tears. She felt sympathy for her 13-year old self, and a sense of loss – she had much more control now, but would she ever feel things that deeply again?
Friday, August 24, 2007
55 Fiction Friday: Don Ho edition
Friday feels the fizzy.
How did they work, exactly: the tiny bubbles in the wine. Somehow the effervescence acted as some kind of social lubricant, increasing friendliness, forbearance, and frivolity. The distinctive pop of the bottle was a clear signal – like a checkered flag lowering – that good times were starting. She took a sip and felt her shoulders drop.
How did they work, exactly: the tiny bubbles in the wine. Somehow the effervescence acted as some kind of social lubricant, increasing friendliness, forbearance, and frivolity. The distinctive pop of the bottle was a clear signal – like a checkered flag lowering – that good times were starting. She took a sip and felt her shoulders drop.
Friday, July 20, 2007
55 Fiction Friday: Stay on These Roads edition
Friday returns!
Brows furrowed in concentration, she traced the thin red line with her fingernail. She exhaled and smiled. This was going to take longer than she had anticipated. She turned the key in the ignition, whipped her hair up into a ponytail, and turned up the volume. When she checked the rearview, her eyes looked happy.
Brows furrowed in concentration, she traced the thin red line with her fingernail. She exhaled and smiled. This was going to take longer than she had anticipated. She turned the key in the ignition, whipped her hair up into a ponytail, and turned up the volume. When she checked the rearview, her eyes looked happy.
Sunday, June 24, 2007
55 Fiction Friday: Better late(nt) than never edition
Friday forgot to hit publish!
He finished the anecdote on just the right note: humorous, dry, and self-deprecating. She hit him with the Princess Diana eyes, mouth involuntarily smiling against the salty rim of her margarita glass. Hmmm, witty and not full of himself – maybe this had more potential than she had thought. The unexpected is so much more interesting.
He finished the anecdote on just the right note: humorous, dry, and self-deprecating. She hit him with the Princess Diana eyes, mouth involuntarily smiling against the salty rim of her margarita glass. Hmmm, witty and not full of himself – maybe this had more potential than she had thought. The unexpected is so much more interesting.
Friday, June 08, 2007
55 Fiction Friday: Repub edition
Friday gets some press. (Repost)
It doesn't count if you cry in the shower. With all that water, no one can really tell. It's the perfect time: you can release all of the frustrations, and petty disappointments before you start your day. What counts is if you can leave it behind, watch it all swirl down the drain and disappear.
It doesn't count if you cry in the shower. With all that water, no one can really tell. It's the perfect time: you can release all of the frustrations, and petty disappointments before you start your day. What counts is if you can leave it behind, watch it all swirl down the drain and disappear.
Friday, May 25, 2007
55 Fiction Friday: Beemer edition
Friday is feeling passive-aggressive.
Her anger was choking her, rising up, a lump in her throat. Glancing down, she saw her keys gripped in her fist. She scraped the key along the side of the car, up from the back bumper, over the rear door, then the driver’s. The paint chipped and curled, while the key whined in protest.
Her anger was choking her, rising up, a lump in her throat. Glancing down, she saw her keys gripped in her fist. She scraped the key along the side of the car, up from the back bumper, over the rear door, then the driver’s. The paint chipped and curled, while the key whined in protest.
Friday, May 18, 2007
55 Fiction Friday: Politico edition
Friday doesn't want to participate in the political process.
Flipping through the channels, he could feel his blood pressure rise, sense it pulsing behind his eyes. Tancredo salivating at the thought of a Jack Bauer-style torturer. “Mittney” daydreaming of doubling Guantanamo. The Democrats trying to throw their “esteemed colleagues” under the bus. He wished he could fall asleep and wake up after the election.
Flipping through the channels, he could feel his blood pressure rise, sense it pulsing behind his eyes. Tancredo salivating at the thought of a Jack Bauer-style torturer. “Mittney” daydreaming of doubling Guantanamo. The Democrats trying to throw their “esteemed colleagues” under the bus. He wished he could fall asleep and wake up after the election.
Friday, May 11, 2007
55 Fiction Friday: "If you think I'm cute, you should see my auntie!" edition
Friday does not have baby fever, thankyouverymuch!
You sleep restlessly yet deeply. A hundred different thoughts and emotions pass fleetingly over your face. You fling one arm up in a “black power” salute – such militancy for a 6 week old! With your downy hair tickling my nose, I kiss the top of your head the heat from your skin warming my lips.
You sleep restlessly yet deeply. A hundred different thoughts and emotions pass fleetingly over your face. You fling one arm up in a “black power” salute – such militancy for a 6 week old! With your downy hair tickling my nose, I kiss the top of your head the heat from your skin warming my lips.
Friday, May 04, 2007
55 Fiction Friday: Printemps edition
Friday contemplates spring cleaning:
A cluttered house equals a cluttered mind.
Surveying the chaos, she thought, “Well, Mom got at least ONE thing right!” Did it work the OTHER way? By organizing and cleaning your space, could you tame your brain? She gathered up her cleaning supplies, determined to find out.
A cluttered house equals a cluttered mind.
Surveying the chaos, she thought, “Well, Mom got at least ONE thing right!” Did it work the OTHER way? By organizing and cleaning your space, could you tame your brain? She gathered up her cleaning supplies, determined to find out.
Friday, April 27, 2007
55 Fiction Friday: Precipitation edition
Friday is a cloud-watcher.
The sky is tense with waiting, and so am I. The thunder booms in the distance, a muffled roar. Finally, the forward scout: a raindrop splats on the porch railing, signaling to its comrades that the coast is clear. The sky opens up, a percussion concert. And I, I finally draw a full, easy breath.
The sky is tense with waiting, and so am I. The thunder booms in the distance, a muffled roar. Finally, the forward scout: a raindrop splats on the porch railing, signaling to its comrades that the coast is clear. The sky opens up, a percussion concert. And I, I finally draw a full, easy breath.
Friday, April 20, 2007
55 Fiction Friday: Loverboy edition
Friday knows that everybody's working for the weekend:
She cried a little in the car, the tears inching down her cheeks – not pretty, like in the movies. Demi Moore with her perfect, suspended Ghost tear. Shit! Her eyes were getting red. Well, she could blame allergies, or a cold. What she really needed was some time, space, sleep and a chance to breathe.
She cried a little in the car, the tears inching down her cheeks – not pretty, like in the movies. Demi Moore with her perfect, suspended Ghost tear. Shit! Her eyes were getting red. Well, she could blame allergies, or a cold. What she really needed was some time, space, sleep and a chance to breathe.
Friday, April 13, 2007
55 Fiction Friday: All Growns Up edition
So, some good news: a very good friend is moving to town. SCORE! I'm really psyched, and it's all happening so fast - she will be here by the end of the month! She was here with her mom doing some whirlwind apartment shopping (and she found a place!)
Good news, part II: her mom called me and asked me to hang out - and I'm going to see her, and I'm very, very, much looking forward to it. She's a lot of fun - and she's superawesome! She was my Bar support team, and provided me with a healthy lunch all three days of the Bar exam. And then took us to Chez Panisse when the exam was finally over. (I guess Good News, part III might be that I'll probably see her mom more often now.)
Good news, part II: her mom called me and asked me to hang out - and I'm going to see her, and I'm very, very, much looking forward to it. She's a lot of fun - and she's superawesome! She was my Bar support team, and provided me with a healthy lunch all three days of the Bar exam. And then took us to Chez Panisse when the exam was finally over. (I guess Good News, part III might be that I'll probably see her mom more often now.)
..........
Friday checks its bank balance.
She filled out the check, trying not to squelch the rising panic when the handwritten amount wouldn’t fit neatly on its line. (“two thousand five hundred and sixty three and 00/100 dollars”.) She looked it over with a jaundiced eye. Such a small piece of paper, and yet, allegedly, this was the sign of adulthood.
She filled out the check, trying not to squelch the rising panic when the handwritten amount wouldn’t fit neatly on its line. (“two thousand five hundred and sixty three and 00/100 dollars”.) She looked it over with a jaundiced eye. Such a small piece of paper, and yet, allegedly, this was the sign of adulthood.
Friday, April 06, 2007
55 Fiction Friday: Hepcat edition
Friday likes to lindy!
In her mind, she chanted “Triple step, triple step, ROCK step,” concentration drowning out the Big Band tune. Her senses thrummed as she strained to pick up his lead. Was he signaling a turn? She willed herself not to look at her feet, to simply trust that they were still there, doing what they should.
In her mind, she chanted “Triple step, triple step, ROCK step,” concentration drowning out the Big Band tune. Her senses thrummed as she strained to pick up his lead. Was he signaling a turn? She willed herself not to look at her feet, to simply trust that they were still there, doing what they should.
Friday, March 30, 2007
55 Fiction Friday: Complicado edition
Friday says it right.
Lying is rarely easy, but some lies roll off the tongue more effortlessly. Which words are harder to say? Which phrase makes it more difficult to control the trembling voice and lower lip, the tension around the eyes, to mask your inner thoughts? “I love you” or “You don't mean nothing at all to me.”
Lying is rarely easy, but some lies roll off the tongue more effortlessly. Which words are harder to say? Which phrase makes it more difficult to control the trembling voice and lower lip, the tension around the eyes, to mask your inner thoughts? “I love you” or “You don't mean nothing at all to me.”
Friday, March 02, 2007
55 Fiction Friday: Therapy Edition
Friday moves out of the house, so you move next door.
Your shouting rattles the print on the wall – the one we bought at the Van Gogh museum in Amsterdam. (Remember admiring the array of tulip bulbs at the Bloomenmarket? And the ridiculous amount of beer we drank that night?) I close my eyes, but it only intensifies the sound, somehow. We were so happy once.
Your shouting rattles the print on the wall – the one we bought at the Van Gogh museum in Amsterdam. (Remember admiring the array of tulip bulbs at the Bloomenmarket? And the ridiculous amount of beer we drank that night?) I close my eyes, but it only intensifies the sound, somehow. We were so happy once.
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