Wednesday, May 30, 2012

B is for Bacon

Bacon is the new black. It goes with everything.


Pancakes (and eggs)

with Spaghetti

and of course with Pizza

but for those of us who like to stand out there's also bacon adhesives, soap and gumballs.

not to mention "bacon soda"
and candles!

Jenny Matlock

Monday, May 28, 2012

Mag 119

Layla looked at Stacy gratefully.
"Thanks for the coffee. You're going?"
"Yes, I have a date with Nick at 7. You're doing overtime again?"
Layla nodded.
"Isn't it ironic? The only time an editor can edit is after work!"
"Yeah, and such crap too."
"Another one of those puerile novels?"
Layla didn't answer. She just rolled her eyes.
"Vampires again?"
"Worst. Kinky billionaire and the college student who reforms him."
"God, no! Didn't we stop writing these kind of stories at 16?"
"Maybe we should have kept them", said Layla grimly.

This was a Mag post.

Sunday, May 27, 2012

Strange Bedfellows

The Texan woman pretended not to notice the Nigerian guy staring at her. She peeked at her watch for the fifth time. It was nearly 8.15 and there was no beemer to be seen anywhere.

Suddenly he spoke up. "Are you waiting for the driver too?"
Darla turned around and acknowledged him with a relieved smile. She nodded.

"I sent him a message. He'll be here soon", the man told her.

A long-haired couple with backpacks joined them. They all started talking.

"I'm Joseph. Where are you from?"
"I'm from Spain", said the young man holding a Robert Jordan book.
"Alberto was visiting me", explained the English girl. "He's going back home today."
"I'm flying to New York."
"My business is in Luxemburg."

A blue BMW finally pulled up next to them. The English girl gave Alberto one last kiss goodbye.

The strange bedfellows got in the car.

This is a Sunday Scribblings post.

Friday, May 25, 2012

At the Store

Stella ignored the pungent aroma of ripe strawberries and made a bee-line for the items on her list. On the way to checkout she passed by them again. She closed her eyes for a moment but could not block the soft, cultured store music. She had known she'd regret stopping by the most expensive super market in town but she was in a hurry.

She laid her items on the conveyor belt (a cucumber - not the organic kind, 2 frozen pizzas - on sale, potato wedges & fish sticks - store brand). The woman in front of her, with the shiny honey blond hair, wearing a freshly laundered beige suit and six-inch beige high-heels, had a pint of natural, organic yoghurt, a bunch of yellow, perfectly shaped bananas and yes, strawberries.

Stella's cell phone started ringing out the first chords of Take It Off.

The woman turned around and looked at Stella, taking in her grey hair roots, her baggy eyes, the wrinkly pink t-shirt and her faded jeans. She smirked.

"Hello?" said Stella timidly.

"Your boy made the honor-roll again", said the old voice. Pause. Stella could hear her grandmother lighting up one of her cigarettes. "Come on over, I've got strawberries." Click.

Stella fixed her eye on the register and began to add up the prices in her head, even though she was pretty sure she had enough money with her. She didn't notice the cashier's withering look. She was too busy smiling.

Write On Edge: Red-Writing-Hood