Wednesday Write-in #42

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scrape  ::  cuddly  ::  reduction  ::  octopus  ::  plain


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27 thoughts on “Wednesday Write-in #42

  1. Catch of the Day
    The keel scraped along the sand as the boat reached shallow water. Giorgio leapt out and dragged the dinghy up the beach out of reach of the waves. He surveyed his catch. The net had felt heavy but that was no guarantee of a good haul. Sometimes he pulled up a load of driftwood, or plenty of fish but small, bony varieties not worth eating. He threw out a handful of weed and delved down into the fish-box. Eight tentacles writhed around his hand and tried to coil up his forearm. Two eyes glared defiantly out of a bulbous head. A good-sized octopus. Not a cuddly creature for sure, but Sofia would make them a good meal. Nothing fancy, just cooked with a plain onion sauce or a red wine reduction. Giorgio’s mouth watered as he wrestled the animal into the bucket and clamped down the lid. Whistling, he stowed his gear and set off up the path to his house. It had been a good day.

  2. HI everyone,
    Missed last week, not getting much writing time lately. Started another earlier but won’t get it finished so had some fun putting this short piece together.

    It’s all Gravy
    On our first date he revealed that his favourite meal was roast beef. For our second date I tried to impress him by making it for him, Yorkshire puddings and all. I love cooking and gravy was my speciality. I made sure it was going to be perfect with a few rehearsals during the week.
    This guy might be the one. When he kissed me at the end of our first date he was restrained and respectful. I wanted us to get past that formal stage and really get to know each other. There was something about his bulk and his gentle protectiveness that made him seem so cuddly, like a big teddy bear. I pictured our future, snuggled up on a large sofa in front of an open fire, drinking wine. I looked forward to our next kiss so I could see what he was like. Test him out. See if he’s the one for me.
    “How could I ruin his favourite meal?” I muttered to myself in disbelief as I scraped the slices of charcoal from the bottom of the pot.
    Distracted by a hair disaster, the reduction I had so carefully prepared was reduced to burnt out remains. If a watched pot never boils then an unwatched one rarely simmers.
    After opening all of the windows and a lot of tea-towel flapping, I started the gravy again. The lump of meat in the oven had released enough juices to allow me to salvage the situation.
    I felt like a sweaty octopus with so many pots on the go, stirring and mashing and creaming and steaming and crisping and rising. I didn’t take my eyes off the gravy. I managed to pull it together just as he arrived.
    One last check in the mirror assured me that my hair disaster had been averted and I felt good. A peck on the cheek and a bunch of flowers, music low in the background, (anonymous in taste not to reveal too much and still remain mysterious) candles strategically placed to illuminate at just the right angle (to show in best light); red wine poured (to help him relax).
    I served up the meal and as he sat down I hovered in anticipation.
    “Where would you like your gravy?” The gravy boat was tilted ready to flow, wrist awaiting direction.
    “Oh none for me thank you. I’ll just have it plain.”
    In silent horror I slowly placed the brimming gravy boat on the table. I knew then that when he leaned in for the fantasised-about kiss that I’d have to lurch out of the way and make up some excuse. I’d have to come up with a convincing exit strategy.

    • Aw, no! After all her hard work! 😀

      I love the imagery in this piece, especially how you used ‘octopus’ – such an effective way of describing a busy time in the kitchen and such a brilliant use of the word. I loved all the details, especially the description of the ‘tea towel flapping’; who among us hasn’t been there? 😉

      It’s a shame it all fell apart over gravy, though. I know gravy’s important, and all, but I hope she gives him a second chance. 🙂

    • Love this – all the anticipation and expectation, then the anticlimax. ‘Sweaty octopus’ was great – you can just see her getting frazzled in the kitchen. It was too soon; she should just have made him take her out for dinner!

    • I liked the octopus description when she was looking after all those pots. I’ve been there! A great story. 🙂

    • I too loved the octopus image! This is a great piece that is enjoyable and fun. All the preparations are so well described and her anticipation is so effective.

    • He doesn’t eat gravy. He’s offered it and he says “no”. He’s not worth it. Throw him out NOW. Save the meal for someone who’s better. I really enjoyed this and like others enjoyed the octopussing in the kitchen.
      Should it read ” …and gravy IS my speciality”?

  3. Late and completely rushed. Hope it makes some sense. Look forward to reading.

    The tall man dipped down as he passed, his face too close for focus. He whispered, ‘He’s at the booth.’ I weaved my way through the crowd, the envelope tucked tightly into my bag. The strangled music of the fairground boomed and waned as I passed by the rides. A masked lady called from a stall,’Win your girl a cuddly toy. Three hoops for a pound! ‘ One young man took her up on her offer. He threw hoops at square bases for a girl with candy floss hair.

    I reached the booth. It fronted the bright pink octopus ride.
    ‘How much have you scraped together?’ he said.
    ‘Half now and half when you hand her over,’ I said acting as tough as I could.
    ‘You really want your little freak show back, don’t ya!’
    I stayed silent and placed the brown envelope on the counter.
    ‘She’ll be out the back in 10 minutes,’he said, ‘And then you hand over the rest or no one goes anywhere.’
    I swear, as I stared at his watery eyes that from the corner of mine, I saw a tentacle flick, and the envelope drop to his knees.

    • I love the description of “candy floss hair”. The tentacle description at the end gives it a mysterious, sci-fi quality.

      • That’s very encouraging! It was a rush job, but I would like to work on it now as it’s a bit different for me. I also quite enjoyed writing it. Thank you very much.

    • I really like the ‘strangled music’ and ‘candy floss hair’ is superb. I get the mysterious feel of a fairground with the noises and strange people. Great.

    • Full of atmosphere: if I close my eyes I can hear and smell the fairground. Really invocative and a tight little story.
      However, I would have preferred “… or no one goes nowhere” from the tough guy.

      • Yeah, I see what you mean. I’ll do that. Thanks for the lovely comment.

  4. Pingback: Weekly Wednesday Write-In | Tessa Sheppard

    • Aw! Your story was so sweet and touching. I lost a pet when I was a kid, too, and it hurt so much I thought I’d never get over it. I felt Jake’s pain, and the scene between him and his grandfather was lovely. I really enjoyed the sense of dramatic tension you created through the father’s fear that Jake has hurt his grandfather, and that makes the pathos of the ending even more pronounced. Really great work. 🙂

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