Written with my Thursday group with the prompts: diner waitress, burning, haphazard groups, in David’s mind We live in a land where the autumn is brown and orange. The leaves don’t fall from the trees anymore. They hang on, wilting, defying wind and season and temperament of the sun. The children never learn the color blue. Everything … Continue reading Something Burning
Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts: Angels don’t have to eat but Gabriel likes it, he missed tasting food, it looked impossible, my first reaction, or “It looks impossible,” Gabriel admitted, “but remember,” he added, pausing for effect, “impossible is my bread and butter.” Rafael winced at his colleague. It always came … Continue reading Angel Food
Written with my Thursday night writing group with the prompts: waiting for the rain, in the kitchen, wayfarer, in the hands of God Maryann sat in the kitchen surrounded by fresh produce Frank had carried in just moments earlier. She didn’t know where he’d gotten this large paper bag of zucchini and tomatoes, eggplants and … Continue reading Escaping Fresh Produce
Last fall the U.S. Food and Drug Administration got a bit irked at a bakery that claimed "love" in the list of ingredients in its granola. The agency ruled that "human emotion cannot be listed as ingredients in baked goods." This news blurb inspired me to write the following bit of flash fiction: Melba … Continue reading Edible Emotion
