Ever since I started this blog I’ve been trying to make sure I include posts that aren’t solely food-related. It probably says something about my gluttony and obsessions that I’m finding this much harder to do than I expected.
Thankfully my friend Alison Trollop has started to place a monthly short story challenge on her blog and it’s helping to get my writing out of the kitchen. Last month she asked for a hundred-word story that had to include reference to a list. My piece is below.
Unlisted memory
Dark streets, deep shadows. A fleeting moment, red hot memory. That evening, that bar. Five drinks in, leaving shortly. A smile, a glance, and then a whisper in my ear: “Come home with me.”
In a heartbeat, I was following. Click-clack of your heels on the pavement told me which way to go. Tick-tock of my brain whirring, asking ‘Should I really be doing this?’ I stalled, pondered, resolution wandered.
Returned, ordered a sixth. Asked the barman if he had your number. Told me you were unlisted. If you read this, call. Wrote my number on a napkin.
David in the kitchen. 