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G – Grand Lux Cafe

Published on by Sydney Aaliyah Michelle14 Comments

a-to-z-letters-gIs there a dish you dream about? A dish that if you close your eyes and concentrate real hard, you can still taste, hours, day, weeks, months and years after having it? If I was forced to eat one meal for the rest of my life it would be the cream of chicken soup from the  Grand Lux Cafe.  It is that good.

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She’s already here. I was hoping to beat her to the restaurant. Give me a chance to gather my thoughts.
Look at her, sitting there. She has no clue what’s about to happen. I’ve been told this is the best place to break up with a women.  The foods amazing and softens the blow.  
“Hey baby.” Jillian gets up and kisses me on the cheek.
“Hi Jill.” I have to break up with her. I can’t handle the pressure. I know she is waiting for a ring. I’m not ready for that.  
“How was your day?” she asks. 
“Great.” The waiter comes by to take our drink order. She orders a pomegranate margarita. I order a beer. That’s exactly what I’m talking about.  Why does she have to order a 9 dollar drink?  Why can’t she just order a beer?
“How was your day?” I ask because I can’t think of anything else to say. 
“Great.” The waiter comes back and takes our order. 
“I’ll just have the cream of chicken soup.” Jill says. Perfect. That’s the soup everyone says is better then sex.  I’ll let her finish her soup and then I’ll do it because I can’t spend another night with this woman.  
She tastes the soup and her eyes roll back into her head.
“Oh my god, this is so good.” She takes another bite and savors it.
Enjoy it women, it will be the last bowl of soup I buy for you. 
“You want a bite.” She asks and hands me her spoon. I take a bit. 
“That’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”
“It’s good isn’t it.” Jillian said. 
“Here, have the rest.” She pushed the bowl over to me. Ok, maybe she’s not that bad. It’s not like she’s even mentioned marriage. She really is a beautiful women. And, this soup is good.  
“Brian.”
“Yeah, babe.” as I put another spoonful in my life. 
“I don’t think this is going to work.” 
 
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What do you think is the perfect break up meal? 

Spooktobertfest – Where Have You Been?

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Jackie and Dani have prompted me to write a 300 word Flash Fiction piece using the following words:  cobweb(s), cauldron(s),  jack-o-lantern(s), ghost(s), razor(s).  The story can be scary, comical, romantic, whatever I choose. Just be creative!  They will pick a winner on October 31, 2012.

Where Have You Been?

I grabbed the knob and pushed the door open.  Now, that is odd, the door was unlocked.  A cold breeze smacks me in the face as I push open the door.
“No way should it be this cold with the fire going.” I said out loud to no one, but just as I suspected, the fire wasn’t lit.
The room was dark except for a small candle whose light was struggling to shine beyond the jagged smile carved into a jack-o-lantern.
I walked into the corner and looked into the cauldron.  As, I reached out my hand, I could faintly sense the warmth, but it was clear, the fire had been out for a while. 
A brave spider had already begun to form a cobweb from the top of the pot to points unknown.    
A glint of light, bounced off an object lying on the floor.  I reached down to pick it up.  “Ouch.” Now who would leave a razor on the floor? The razor goes into the pot. 
I tasted the creamy sweet blood oozing out of my finger.  “Good year.” I laugh at my own joke.  But, then stop.  My own laugh echoing off the walls even made my skin crawl.   Something is clearly wrong. 
A draft from an unknown direction swiftly moved through the room and extinguished the small candle.
And, then it made perfect sense.
“Harry, where have you been?”
Never hire a ghost to be your night watchman.  They are notoriously unreliable, especially at night.    

Ok, so there you have it. My little story in 300 words or less.  I don’t know why, but it makes me laugh every time I read it.  I hope you enjoy it, too. And, click on the badge to visit and enjoy other Spooktober Fest stories.  

 

In a Room

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STARS ENVELOPE WAVE NAIL DESERT

Sarah woke feeling disoriented and her body ached all over.  Where ever she was, it was hot and dry.  Like desert heat.  But, her clothes were wet and she smelled like she had been wearing them for several days.

“How long I have I been here?”  She thought to herself.

She couldn’t really move, either.  She tried to life her arms, but it felt like they were nailed down.

The last thing she remembered; the stairs and her boyfriend David.  He was dragging her up the stairs. And, she vaguely remember the pain and the computer.

Sarah also remember making a choice.  Obviously it was the wrong choice.

“I need to open my eyes.” But, still they wouldn’t budge. She tried to stretch out.  Both Sarah’s arms and legs hit the walls on each side of her.  The room was smaller then she expected.  And there was warmth coming from somewhere.

Feeling a bit stronger Sarah sat up, but a wave of nauseous over took her.  She had to lay back down.

“Where am I?  Why did I push #2?” These thoughts ran through her head.  What she didn’t think about was how was she going to get out of here?

Sarah tried to sit up again.  This time the nausea wasn’t as bad.    She rubbed her eyes and the light was starting to seep in.

Her eyes began to adjust to the light, but she was still seeing stars.  Sarah looked up to see a strange man staring at her through a window.

“I think she’s awake.” Sarah could hear his voice, but couldn’t see who he was talking to.  “She is moving and stuff.”

“Sh, I don’t want her to know I am here,” said another man’s voice.  Even though he was farther away, his voice sounded familiar to Sarah.

“Oh shoot, she can’t see us,” the strange man said.  It was his sunken eyes and stringy wet hair that really creeped Sarah out.  He looked like he had been standing out in the rain for awhile.

“Really, come look. I’m telling you, she is about to get up,” the strange man said.  “I think she is going to try and get out.”

“Shut up,” the man said, “Just watch her.  Let’s see if she will do it.”

What is this, some kind of joke? Sarah though to herself.  Sarah looked at the man in the window and yelled, “Get me out of here!”

He started laughing.  Sarah couldn’t believe it.  He just keep laughing.  She had heard that laugh before.

Sarah couldn’t take it anymore.  She was going mad.  She curled up in a ball and started crying.

“See, I knew she wouldn’t do anything.” Sarah looked up.  It took her a minute to register what she was seeing, but there was David, staring at her through the window.

The creepy man handed David an envelope.

“It is a pleasure doing business with you.”  And, with that, David turned and walked away.