Happy middle of July. Thanks for joining us. This week’s challenge comes from the amazing A.S. Fenichel:
Flash Fiction time. Write a story 500 words or less using the words: juicy, precious and fan. Extra points for an outdoor setting.
Even the grass was simmering. What Carol wouldn’t give for a fan right now. There was precious little breeze and the perspiration soaked through her clothes. But her dog, Monkey, didn’t seem to mind. Carol watched as the pup ran back and forth, jumping at butterflies and chasing imaginary playmates.
Carol leaned back on her elbows and pushed air in and out. She would have left ten minutes ago, but the dog was having so much fun. Poor little thing had to spend most of her days inside while Carol labored at a job she hated. Writing for the magazine had been her dream, until they stuck her in the new Recipes section. She longed to sink her teeth into a really juicy crime story. Or something a little bit more exciting than another way to make macaroni salad.
“Is that your dog?”
The deep voice shook her out of her reverie and Carol sat up straight.
“Yes. Her name is Monkey. Is she bothering you?”
She didn’t want to sound defensive, but this was a dog park and Monkey never bothered anyone. Carol’s eyes travelled up and up and up, past well-formed calves, khaki shorts and a blue polo shirt. Up more to a square jaw, and piercing gray eyes. Smiling eyes.
Carol relaxed and smiled back. “Thanks.”
“Mind if I join you?”
“I’m Mike and I’m thinking about getting a dog. I just have no idea what kind. What’s Monkey?”
“Mostly terrier. Very smart, very opinionated, but very loyal.”
“I was thinking about—a bigger one—but she sure is cute.”
And so are you. “She’s the best. I’m Carol, by the way.”
“I think we met. Aren’t you a writer?”
“I am. And you are?”
“I’m the executive chef at Hampton’s. You came by for a recipe for basil tomato soup.”
“Of course. I remember you.” She had thought at the time how handsome he was. And such a fabulous cook. But she had just broken up with her boyfriend and was not in the market. Now, though, she was long over the ex and Mike was still very good-looking.
“So, Mike, if you like, I could maybe go to the shelter with you and help you pick out a new friend.” The blush warmed her cheeks. “Oh, that was pretty forward, I guess.”
He grinned. That would be great. But only if you let me take you to dinner afterward.”
Now the heat wasn’t coming from the sun…
Let’s hop over and see what the fabulous A.S. Fenichel wrote… http://asfenichel.com/blog