Prompt: "The Loneliest Cherry".
"If you climb the snowy moutain,
past the mudslide of no return,
never stopping for the crumbling sand stones of doom,
never straying from the hot tingles of--"
"Seriously? I mean, Jessie, are you serious right now?"
"Don't interrupt!" I snapped and then lowering my voice, continued. "The hot tingles of--"
"I don't like that word." he whined.
Don't interrupt!" I snarl. "Ahem, you shall reach the lonliest cherry at the top." I let my hands rest in the air for a moment, as if to encricle that brave little cherry between them. So brave! And so red...yum!
Dan stares at me in disbelief, a french fry halfway to his mouth and sticking out of two fingers like some unlit cigarette. "Every time we eat ice cream, do you have to tell a story?"
That's it--I've had it with this guy! "You call what you were telling me before a story?"
"You just spent two minutes describing a hot fudge sundae covered with nuts!"
"I was trying to set a great example, and I however, am not nuts, unlike you..."
The french fry drops. "Me? You think I'm the crazy one?!"
"I'm sorry that I don't want to hear you cry into your chili dog about Dana again! Don't you think this Dan-Dana love team, err..what did you call yourselves? Double Deep--"
"We were the Double D twins!" Dan sobbed, smashing his face, again, into the chili dog.
I was impressed to see that his rapidly welling tears were keeping up with the slow sliding decline of my cherry off of snowy moutain. "Dan, you are about to miss something amazing right now...." I whisper urgently.
Dan lifts his head, and I try not to stare at the chili bean that is hanging off of his left eyebrow. "What?" he asks after I have stared for a full minute. Darn it!
"I know you don't want to hear this right now," I said carefully, "But Brave little cherry is about to go cascading into the hot tingles of--"
"YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!!!" His terrible scream sends the chili beans on his face flying thank god somewhere beyond me. The scream however, caught me full throttle in the face....and held the attention of the whole restaurant.
"Is there a problem?" Officer Wellington asked, wiping some of that flying chili off of the frown line that was taking up his forehead. I knew he was Officer Wellington because his name tag, unlike his forehead, was pristine. That's what I get for wanting fast food for lunch, he seemed to be thinking to himself. At least to me...I mean, I know I would...
I looked from Officer Wellington to Dan. Dan did look threatening with his red cheeks, and red eyes, and well, red face from all the chili! Probably didn't help that he was standing either....with his fists in the air. "Actually Officer..." I began as Dan's left eye began to twitch, "We do have a problem!"
"Oh really," Officer Wellington drawled, folding up the napkin into small precise squares. "How may I assist you?"
"We need a picture!"
"Okay..." Officer Wellington murmured as he took the proferred digital camera. Jessie wondered if the slight twitch of his lips meant he was ready to laugh just as hard as the onlookers behind them."Say cheese!" He got out, before he snorted in amusement.
SNAP!
And that my dear readers, is how lonely cherry, the star of our story discovered two great new friends and was forever immortalized in a polaroid picture surrounded by purple hearts in a secret scrapbook behind Jessie's bookcase that chronicled her slow romance with Dan (Even though their names didn't rhyme).
Immortalized because, Lonely cherry was eaten.
Whole.
And the eating was good.
Climb Every Mountain!
(Especially when they are covered In chocolate!)
"If you climb the snowy moutain,
past the mudslide of no return,
never stopping for the crumbling sand stones of doom,
never straying from the hot tingles of--"
"Seriously? I mean, Jessie, are you serious right now?"
"Don't interrupt!" I snapped and then lowering my voice, continued. "The hot tingles of--"
"I don't like that word." he whined.
Don't interrupt!" I snarl. "Ahem, you shall reach the lonliest cherry at the top." I let my hands rest in the air for a moment, as if to encricle that brave little cherry between them. So brave! And so red...yum!
Dan stares at me in disbelief, a french fry halfway to his mouth and sticking out of two fingers like some unlit cigarette. "Every time we eat ice cream, do you have to tell a story?"
That's it--I've had it with this guy! "You call what you were telling me before a story?"
"You just spent two minutes describing a hot fudge sundae covered with nuts!"
"I was trying to set a great example, and I however, am not nuts, unlike you..."
The french fry drops. "Me? You think I'm the crazy one?!"
"I'm sorry that I don't want to hear you cry into your chili dog about Dana again! Don't you think this Dan-Dana love team, err..what did you call yourselves? Double Deep--"
"We were the Double D twins!" Dan sobbed, smashing his face, again, into the chili dog.
I was impressed to see that his rapidly welling tears were keeping up with the slow sliding decline of my cherry off of snowy moutain. "Dan, you are about to miss something amazing right now...." I whisper urgently.
Dan lifts his head, and I try not to stare at the chili bean that is hanging off of his left eyebrow. "What?" he asks after I have stared for a full minute. Darn it!
"I know you don't want to hear this right now," I said carefully, "But Brave little cherry is about to go cascading into the hot tingles of--"
"YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!!!" His terrible scream sends the chili beans on his face flying thank god somewhere beyond me. The scream however, caught me full throttle in the face....and held the attention of the whole restaurant.
"Is there a problem?" Officer Wellington asked, wiping some of that flying chili off of the frown line that was taking up his forehead. I knew he was Officer Wellington because his name tag, unlike his forehead, was pristine. That's what I get for wanting fast food for lunch, he seemed to be thinking to himself. At least to me...I mean, I know I would...
I looked from Officer Wellington to Dan. Dan did look threatening with his red cheeks, and red eyes, and well, red face from all the chili! Probably didn't help that he was standing either....with his fists in the air. "Actually Officer..." I began as Dan's left eye began to twitch, "We do have a problem!"
"Oh really," Officer Wellington drawled, folding up the napkin into small precise squares. "How may I assist you?"
"We need a picture!"
"Okay..." Officer Wellington murmured as he took the proferred digital camera. Jessie wondered if the slight twitch of his lips meant he was ready to laugh just as hard as the onlookers behind them."Say cheese!" He got out, before he snorted in amusement.
SNAP!
And that my dear readers, is how lonely cherry, the star of our story discovered two great new friends and was forever immortalized in a polaroid picture surrounded by purple hearts in a secret scrapbook behind Jessie's bookcase that chronicled her slow romance with Dan (Even though their names didn't rhyme).
Immortalized because, Lonely cherry was eaten.
Whole.
And the eating was good.
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