This week’s prompts are at the bottom.
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Roger left his rusty yellow beach cruiser on the porch and pushed open the back door.
“Karen?,” he called, “I’m home.”
“I’m in the kitchen, hon.”
Roger hung his rain gear on the peg, set his Wellies on the floor beneath his Mac and pulled on the slippers that Karen had knitted for him last Christmas. He made his way to the kitchen where Karen had something stewing on the stove. He gave his wife a peck on the cheek. He and Karen had been a couple since high school. They’d been through a lot together. They had gone through their drug phase, their vegetarian phase, their vegan phase, and their open-relationship phase. These days the phases were about done. They’d enjoy some Alice B. Toklas brownies now and then, but they were primarily a normal middle class, middle-aged American couple. Roger worked at Mr Suggs’ Organic Farm while Karen was a housewife. They’d given up on the open relationship shit and were, for the most part, monogamous these days. They were eating meat again and on special occasions, they would score a bit of acid so that they could make love under the influence of purple electric KoolAid; with Jimi Hendrix music blaring through the house.
They had never had children.
“How was your day, honey?” Karen asked; then, with scarcely a pause for breath, started telling Roger about hers. “I went to that new market in Danville today, it’s pretty interesting. Everything is organic and local. They have everything there. Fruits, veggies, meats, fish and there are even some ladies who sell pies that they bake at home.”
Roger went to the table and fussed with the large Cannabis plant that he had growing there in the window.
“What are you cooking there, Karen? It smells great.” Roger asked.
“Do you remember Jane Winegarden from school?” Karen continued.
“I think so.”
“I saw her there. She must have had a hundred facelifts. Big ole duck lips, and talk about plastic! There’s no way her boobs are real.” She tasted the broth from the pot, reached up and took down a bottle of Paprika. She tossed in a pinch. “Get this, Rog… she’s skinny as a rail and she doesn’t even eat meat. To top it off, she was wearing leather pants. I mean, my God, she’s still a vegetarian; she doesn’t even eat beef. She shouldn’t wear leather, ‘ya know? I mean you shouldn’t wear it if you don’t eat it. Right?” She looked at her husband who nodded his head.
“You’re right, sweetheart,” he said, “what’s that on the stove?”
“Anyway, I bought some meat from a rancher whose spread is ’bout a mile east of Danville. I got a blueberry pie from those ladies, too. I figure we can have pie and ice cream for dessert tonight. That’ll be good, doncha think?”
“Sounds great but what is that? It smells so wonderful?” he got up and moved to the stove for a closer look.
“I’m just cooking it down now. I’m gonna put it in a Pyrex and bake it. There were still some Beets and Brussels Sprouts that you brought home from work, last week. I’ll add some corn and green chiles; I think we can brown some grated cheese and bread crumbs on top – should be good!”
“But, what is it, Karen? My mouth is watering.”
“It’s nothing yet, but it will be a Chinchilla casserole.” she turned to her husband whose eyes were big and round, “Roger, I bought the most far-out coat today.”
This week’s prompts are:
- whisky for sale
- a button nose
- When entrusted with a secret…
Go ahead and dive in, set your imagination free!
Ready, Set, Go – you have 25 minutes, but if that is not possible, take as long as you need and, have fun!