She opened the door to a small refrigerator and moaned. I looked over her shoulder and saw the reason. Inside was a gallon of milk, an assortment of colorful fruits, some of them unfamiliar and rows of bottled water. I didn’t see a soda can anywhere.
“What am I going to do without Diet Crush? Or Diet anything?” She slammed the door closed.
I re-opened the door and helped myself to a juicy looking peach. “We can go buy some diet at the store tomorrow. I’m sure we’re not trapped here or anything.”
“Whatever.” She opened a couple of cabinets, but didn’t find any of her four food groups available; fast, frozen, boxed or sugared.
Juice ran down my chin from the peach and it was too dark for me to find a napkin. “Get me a paper towel or something.”
She rummaged in a drawer and found a towel. By which time I had already tried to wipe off the juice with my hand, resulting only in more stickiness in more areas than when I began.
“You should try one of these peaches. I’ve never eaten a juicier fruit.”
I heard her exhale loudly and then she turned to face me. “I think that old lady’s right. We need to go to bed.”
“Yeah, I am tired.” I walked to the sink and threw the pit inside since I couldn’t see where a trashcan was. “Do you know where I put my whiskey?”
“What?”
I looked at her. “What?”
“Did you just ask me where you put your whiskey?”
I almost started laughing. “That’s ridiculous. I said I was tired. You’re such a dork.”
“I think you’re more tired than you realize if you can’t remember what you said.”
“I do remember what I said and it had nothing to do with whiskey. Come on; you know I hate the taste of that stuff anyway.”
How are your WIPs?? I'm actually way behind and I may have even posted this excerpt before. I am learning how to juggle all of the responsibilities of working odd hours, taking kids to school, blogging, facebooking, tweeting, and writing. Sheesh!
Hope your week is going well!
Hey there pal! I was thinking about you Monday and Tuesday. I meant to pop over to your blog, then got busy with life stuff and forgot. I was glad to see you over at my place. How have you been?
ReplyDeleteMy WIP is just starting. I rewrote the first chapter three times. Am starting the fourth time. I think I know where I want it to go. I think!
I like yours. I haven't read this before. Nice!
Home-school starts back, plus, I'm teaching the high school Journalism at the co-op. That is where the home-schoolers have classes together twice a month. It gives them a chance to bond.
Anyway, job going good? Give the kids a hug for me. Love you. :)