My micro fiction piece for the Three Word Wednesday prompt this week. More lighthearted than usual, but I hope y'all enjoy it.
Celeste took a ragged breath. Squaring her shoulders, she began to tidy up. Hearing the doorbell, she admired her reflection in the mirrored surface of the oven. Blowing herself a kiss, she headed to open the door for a night she was sure would be the beginning of something wonderful, not aware of the pending disaster that would occur if her guest, renowned chef Pierre Blush, noticed the takeout box peaking from the trash bin.
13 comments:
Sharp, engaging ending and a wonderful twist. Small package, big rewards in this piece.
Hmmm. Intriguing and also poetic in its rhythmic writing. Reading it aloud, I found something new.
Excellent!
Yeah, been there, done that! Cool!!
Too many cooks... I think she'll be OK.
Wonderful, cute ending.
Oh I love this! I never get away with anything - I am always caught. I could feel the little nagging feeling unease, knowing something is showing somewhere...
Very fun and rhythmic. Love the twist at the end.
Thanks so much, y'all.
I loved she blew herself a kiss. Reminds me of my daughter :)
-Tim
http://timremp.blogspot.com/2010/02/within-box.html
A delightful read!
I loved that she peeked at her reflection in the stove, and that you named her Celeste. Ah, the perils of dates!
Thanks for reading, everyone. I always worry when I DON'T kill someone that maybe people won't like the story. Glad y'all enjoyed it.
Note to self : empty trash receptacles before inviting famous chefs over.
For as short as this is, it contains a great deal of story. That's skillful storytelling!
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