Day 22

Since I am writing works for my Creative Writing class
sometimes (maybe often) the things I write apply in some way to this blog
so occasionally I'll hand them over to you
You can read them
and if you want
critique them
comment on them
tell me what works
what you think might be missing

anyway
all the work we produce in the class in the next 4 weeks
have to share a common theme
I've chosen parent-child relationships (for obvious reasons!)
This thing I've written
is to be a short story
with conflict
and with a change in the protagonist
however
the story must also be able to fit
on the back of a post card

What do you think?

STRING BEANS


I made the string beans the way I like them best. Fried in olive oil sprinkled with thyme and bamboo salt. I let them cook to perfection, somewhere between crunchy and pliable. I lifted one using a set of tongs and it possessed the perfect ever-curving shape. I turned the burner off and removed the string beans from the pan.
“They’re ready!” I called into the den.
From the den came the sounds of the television and this week’s episode of Dancing with the Stars. Jennifer Grey had danced a perfect tango and the judges were giving her scores.
9,
10,
9,
8
“What?!” my mother’s outraged voice asked the television. “Can you believe that? He gave her an 8.”
“Mom?” The string beans looked succulent as I carried them from the counter and placed them on the kitchen table. The kitchen was a mess, as always, but the steaming greens lying atop each other like sleeping puppies in the yellow bowl somehow had the power to combat the chaos around me. I was determined to improve our health. Since my father became ill we’d stopped cleaning and eating well.
“The string beans are ready.”
“What?” She asked half aware. “Oh, no thanks. I’ll eat later.”