TINY TUESDAY (m)

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Tue, 11-27-2001 - 10:10am

TINY TUESDAY (m)


In week four of our writing with our senses, let's write a scene or short story that concentrates on taste/mouth.

Happy writing,

Mac

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Tue, 11-27-2001 - 11:08pm

My TT: Sweet, Like Strawberries and Chocolate ... (m)


Hi, everybody. This is an excerpt from a much longer piece. Michael and Alex are in a beggining relationship, this is their first kiss. Annie's is the Craft/Coffee shop that Alex owns with another woman, Sally. I thought maybe it would work for this TT. Have fun, Sammi

LOVE LINES

Michael followed Alex into her study. He noticed an easel by the sofa and walked over to it. "Wow Alex," he said, turning to look at her. "This looks a lot like the art..." He turned back to the painting and studied it, noting similarities between it and the artwork down at Annie's. The artwork that Alex had said another local woman had done. "...down at Annie's." The last three words were uttered slowly as he turned to her, his left brow arched suspiciously.

She smiled. "Yeah, I confess, Michael. The art down at Annie's is mine, I painted it."

"You did the the murals in your kitchen and in your foyer, at Annie's, too?"

She nodded.

Michael stared at the painting, at Alex, then back to the painting. His gaze settled on her. "You're good, Alex."

His gaze traveled to her lips and lingered there, then slid back to her eyes. He slowly, hesitantly, lowered his head and brushed his mouth across her lips. She tasted like strawberries and chocolate. "So sweet," he murmured as he raised his head to gaze at her, trying to gauge her response.

As her lips slightly parted, a soft sigh escaped as she looked at him, a question clear in her eyes.

Feeling the warmth of her breath caress his lips, Michael slanted his mouth over hers and savored it, shaping it to his own. Easing her into the kiss, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his embrace.

Alex moaned softly as the kiss intensified, causing Michael's heated blood to pulse through his veins. As her tongue cruised along his, he ached, knowing that this was the kiss he had waited for all evening. Hell, his whole life.

It not only affected him physically, but touched his soul. Whispering to the emptiness he knew was there.

As Alex melted into his embrace, her softness meshed against his hard planes, Michael felt his resolve start to crumble. The enticing scent of her sent him over the proverbial edge where a taste of her lips wasn't enough.

He wanted more.

To touch.

To feel...

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Tue, 11-27-2001 - 11:54pm

Here's mine...


I knew who was calling me before I picked up the phone. Trish had been bugging me all week to go to some party with her.

“You have to come,” she would say. “It’ll be the bomb!”

What does that mean anyway -the bomb?

I listened to my shoulder angels until about the fourth ring, when I finally decided to pick up.

“Hey Tammy. What’s up?” said Trish.

“Not much. Just hanging,” I said.

“So, do you want to go to the party tonight?”

“Sure," I said.

“Ok. I’ll pick you up in about a half an hour.”

A half an hour was just enough time to change my shirt, tousle my red hair and apply my bubble gum flavored lipgloss. I know what you’re thinking-Aren’t you too old for bubble gum flavored lipgloss? Well, I say you’re never too old for bubble gum flavored lipgloss.

Anyway, where was I?

When we got to the party, everybody was drinking and having a good ol' time. I lasted for about five minutes before I was offered a drink. I never thought I would give in to peer pressure, yet there I was with a shot glass in my hand. I searched the room for support, but all I got was a room full of people chanting my name over and over.

"Tammy! Tammy! Tammy!"

I felt like they expected me to cure cancer or something. I waited for my shoulder angels to appear but they must’ve been out together. Maybe they were doing tequila shots somewhere.

I felt as if I was having an out-of-body experience. I could see myself as I licked the salt off my wrist. My face cringed from the taste of it. Not being an experienced drinker, I drank the tequila slowly instead of in one quick gulp. I could feel it burn all the way down my throat and into my stomach. Then, some dude was shoving a lime in my mouth!

That’s when I knew I better head straight for the bathroom. I did not pass go and I did not collect two hundred dollars. I made it just in time! I won’t let you in on the gory details. Let’s just say it wasn’t pretty. I found a tube of mint gel toothpaste in the medicine cabinet and brushed my teeth with my finger. I reapplied my bubble gum flavored lip gloss and went back out for more.

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Tue, 11-27-2001 - 11:58pm

WOW!


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Registered: 03-25-2003
Wed, 11-28-2001 - 10:46am

Reading about "hard planes" this early (m)


in the morning can be dangerous. I won't be able to concentrate on working. LOL

But seriously, I really enjoyed your TT. Alex and Michael make a good couple. Lots of passion.

Great job, Sammi,

Mac

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Wed, 11-28-2001 - 10:53am

Loved it (m)


You had a good voice in this story. I especially loved the humor. Shoulder angels drinking tequila shots made me laugh. I also thought you did great with the taste exercise. I could feel the tequila burning my throat as I read it.

Mac

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Wed, 11-28-2001 - 3:27pm

Woo-woo. It turned my old crank sammi. (nt)


cl-ozarker

"We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master." - Ernest Heminway

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Registered: 03-19-2003
Wed, 11-28-2001 - 3:37pm

LOL anita, loved those shot drinking shoulder angels.(nt)


cl-ozarker

"We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master." - Ernest Heminway

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Wed, 11-28-2001 - 3:55pm

Ever been to a hillbilly banquet?(m)


This was supper the evenings my dad got back from fishing on Grand Lake in northern Oklahoma with his brothers.

THE BANQUET

"What do you want for your birthday supper, honey?"

Charlie laid the fishing pole aside. "I want a hillbilly banquet."

Laurie laughed. "You bring the main course, and I'll do the fixin's."

He picked up the pole. "The lake's full of Croppie out there, just waiting to be fried. Ed and Pete are gonna meet me there." He gave her a peck on the cheek. "We'll be back this afternoon."

As he left, Laurie busied herself with cleaning the house and doing a couple of loads of laundry. At noon, as she was fixing herself a sandwich, Sandy, Ed's wife, called.

"Yeah, I told Evelyn to come over about four. We're going to have a hillbilly banquet ..." She scratched her shoulder. "Sure, bring the okra. Okay, see you about four."

About two, she checked the refrigerator for bacon and onions. Then she left for the store to buy five pounds of potatoes, a dozen ears of corn, and some black-eyed peas. She stopped by the farmer's market for leaf lettuce, fresh red tomatoes, and a bunch of radishes.

The men got back about three-thirty, with an ice chest full of fiesty croppies. "We're gonna clean these and fire up the grill. How's the rest of my dinner coming?"

"You just get those fish ready to grill."

Evelyn arrived about four, bearing Charlie's favorite chocolate mayonnaise cake, with milk chocolate icing, followed a few minutes later by Sandy. The three women hurried around the kitchen, preparing the rest of the meal.

By five the kitchen was filled with the fragrance of fried potatoes, laced with translucent dots of onion. "Charlie, how're the fish coming? This is ready." Laurie dished up the last of the food.

"Right here, ma'am." Ed came in with a steaming platter of grilled croppie, followed by Charlie and Pete.

The six friends sat down at the table and sang "Happy Birthday" to Charlie. He looked around and grinned. "Good bread, good meat, good Lord let's eat. Amen."

"Oh, I've got to put the dressing on the salad." Laurie hurried to the kitchen and poured the vinegar into the bacon grease as she sizzled it on the stove, filling the house with the warm sharp scent. She poured the mixture over the leaf lettuce, radish slices, crumbled bacon, and crisp diced onions, tossed it quickly, and sat down.

Charlie grabbed a piece of hot cornbread and slabbed it with fresh butter. "Mmm. Perfect." The melted butter ran down his chin and was captured by a quick flick of his tongue. The bright yellow bread, soft and mealy, with just a hint of sweetness, soon disappeared.

"Pass me some of those black-eyed peas," Ed said. He scooped them out beside the steaming browned potatoes and the crisp grilled fish. "Man, this is heaven." He popped open the crisp skin of the hapless croppie and scooped out a fork full of the tender flaky white fish. "Don't get any better than this."

Evelyn grabbed an ear of corn and slathered it with butter. "Umm. This is just as tender and sweet as can be. Where'd you get this?"

"That little farmer's market, down by the mall."

"I'll have some of those tomatoes," Pete and Sandy said in unison. Everyone laughed as Charlie passed the platter of thick red slices.

"Oh, God. Beefstakes, right?" Pete swallowed a chunk of the sweet tart fruit, the red juice running down his chin and staining his shirt. "Damn those are good."

"This okra's perfect," Evelyn said. "You rolled it in cornmeal instead of flour before you fried it?"

"Yep." Sandy smiled. "Old family recipe. Dip it in egg, then roll it in a mix of flour and cornmeal. I love the taste of that fried cornmeal. Gives it more texture, don't you think?"

"Just great."

At last, the meal was finished and Laurie brought in the cake. "Your favorite, honey. Evelyn made it special for you."

Charlie slipped a forkful of the moist cake into his mouth, rolling it around on his tongue. His mouth filled with the rich crumbly dark chocolate taste, with just a hint of tang from the mayonnaise, followed by the creamy sweet milk chocolate frosting. "Lord, I've died and gone to heaven."

Well," Laurie said, "How'd you like your dinner?"

Charlie leaned back and patted his stomach. "Braaaaap." He let out a belch. "I feel like the king of the hillbillies."

cl-ozarker

"We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master." - Ernest Heminway

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Wed, 11-28-2001 - 11:29pm

I don't even like fried okra (m)


and your story had me craving it. Of course, I wanted the fish and the "favorite chocolate mayonnaise cake, with milk chocolate icing" too. Is that a family recipe you'd care to share? It sounds tasty!

Very enjoyable, Linda.

Mac

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Thu, 11-29-2001 - 9:21am

Thanks! ...n/t


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