Friday, June 8, 2012
Fiction Friday Vol. 3
Write a scene with meat in it. And I mean actual meat. Like a dead animal that people eat. You have seven minutes.
"Do you know that all I could really eat was meat while I was away?" Livy said. She was reaching for the salad spinner on the top shelf of the pantry and I noticed how she used the word "away" instead of"rehab" and I pictured a small house on top of a hill somewhere. That was "away." My fingernails were getting dirt underneath them from the lettuce I was cleaning.
"Only ate meat?" I asked.
"Yeah, it was horrendous, but the rubbery chicken breasts were much more tolerable than the wilted salads and vegetables with the shit steamed out of them. I would dream about romaine lettuce, I swear to god."
"Well, you're in luck tonight," I said, handing her the washed romaine for the salad spinner and taking out the grater for the carrots.
"I know, maybe I should become a vegetarian," she said.
"Maybe," I said. I was thinking about how Livy was already restricting herself by no longer drinking alcohol, and thought that only eating vegetables was probably a bad idea. But I didn't say that. That was something Mom would have said and I was just excited about the fact that Livy had an appetite.