Jul. 18th, 2012
On a hot sultry night Illya plodded along the streets, dressed in jeans... a black T-shirt, allowing him inconspicuousness amongst the comings and goings of Brooklyn.
Smells filled the air... food, hot asphalt, beer, urine, yet an enchanting odor assaulted his senses...perfume.
Familiar.
Posters covered partitions surrounding a constructions site. There... an ad for a fragrance. Giselle,
the model with whom he had a brief infatuation.
Ah...Shalimar. He closed his eyes, remembering, but was distracted as a bum relieved himself nearby.
On a hot sultry night Illya plodded along the streets, dressed in jeans... a black T-shirt, allowing him inconspicuousness amongst the comings and goings of Brooklyn.
Smells filled the air... food, hot asphalt, beer, urine, yet an enchanting odor assaulted his senses...perfume.
Familiar.
Posters covered partitions surrounding a constructions site. There... an ad for a fragrance. Giselle,
the model with whom he had a brief infatuation.
Ah...Shalimar. He closed his eyes, remembering, but was distracted as a bum relieved himself nearby.
I know it's repetitive, but...
Jul. 18th, 2012 11:51 amAlso check out the offerings for Wednesday's A Little Drabble Do Ya. Click on the tag to read the drabbles.
I know it's repetitive, but...
Jul. 18th, 2012 11:51 amAlso check out the offerings for Wednesday's A Little Drabble Do Ya. Click on the tag to read the drabbles.
A Matter of Taste
Jul. 18th, 2012 03:39 pm“Just taste it, Napoleon! I promise you will like it!”
“And, if I don’t?”
“You will, trust me.”
The magic words: Trust me. Napoleon took the proffered toast point and bit into it. “This is good. Who knew roasted bone marrow would be?”
“World – class chefs, for one. You need to expand your palate as we often must eat what is available in the field; which is usually not steak and potatoes.”
“I see no reason to eat bugs, feet, marrow and innards when unnecessary.”
“Some cultures consider those foods delicacies. You are a food snob.”
“You’re right, I am.”
A Matter of Taste
Jul. 18th, 2012 03:39 pm“Just taste it, Napoleon! I promise you will like it!”
“And, if I don’t?”
“You will, trust me.”
The magic words: Trust me. Napoleon took the proffered toast point and bit into it. “This is good. Who knew roasted bone marrow would be?”
“World – class chefs, for one. You need to expand your palate as we often must eat what is available in the field; which is usually not steak and potatoes.”
“I see no reason to eat bugs, feet, marrow and innards when unnecessary.”
“Some cultures consider those foods delicacies. You are a food snob.”
“You’re right, I am.”
And now for the results...
Jul. 18th, 2012 04:36 pmSound like fun?
And now for the results...
Jul. 18th, 2012 04:36 pmSound like fun?

