Saturday, October 25, 2008

Am I insane?????...Wait!!! Don't Answer That!!!!

Great meeting on Thursday gang! Thanks for the notice about nanowritmo Barbara...what a great website! So count me in...I signed up for the challenge and am reading through No Plot...No Problem to get me ready for November 1st.

October 25- Write about small scrapes and bruises

Madge hummed the theme "Isn't It Romantic?" as she steered her grocery cart and selected the ingredients for tonight's Tator Tot Casserole, a dish she loved with a fresh pear. Her produce man, Bert, a man she secretly desired for his gentle handling of melons, surprised her this morning with the most perfect pear she had ever seen. She blushed as she took the piece of fruit from Bert, her fingers grazing his ever so gently. Holding the fruit in her hand, she was still able to feel his body heat and this made her shiver. Turning the fruit in her hand, she noticed the ripening of its skin, turning from that summer green to the rich autumn red hue that promised sweetness once tasted. The pear's skin was unblemished as she gently slide the fruit into a produce bag and nestled it against a bag of spinach.

Scanning the check-out lines, she found her favorite cashier, Gladys, in Aisle 3. The two women greeted each other with the same familiarity reserved for people who often visit with each other for ten minutes once a week. Madge accepted the offer from the bagger to carry her groceries to her car. It was a service that Wendell's Market still offered their customers even when most grocers had migrated to self-checkout kiosks.

After arriving home, Madge nudged the door open to her apartment with an arthritic hip while balancing the two bags of groceries in her arms. She began unpacking her groceries when she discovered her once perfect pear was now marred with scrapes and its taut flesh now bruised as the bagger had thoughtlessly placed the pear next to a can of stewed tomatoes she loved on Monday nights. She held the fruit, still in its protective bag, against her chest and sadly thought of Bert, knowing tonight's Tator Tot Casserole would never taste the same.

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Oh well...I tried...just wanted to think of scrapes and bruises in a non-human way....

Have a great weekend everyone!

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