Friday, June 5, 2009
One-Minute Writer Friday Fiction: Breakfast
Write a brief fictional piece that involves breakfast.
Jade sat down on one of the hard benches at the restaurant's patio cafe. Although it was just barely six o'clock in the morning, the hustle and bustle of people was starting to pick up as everyone started making their way to various jobs and occupations.
Jade had promised to meet Devon at LaRonda's for an early breakfast and a question and answer time. Devon had quickly become one of Jade's favorite people on Earth. He was young and energetic and because he was such a creative soul, Jade was able to use less control on her glamour when they were alone together. Not completely turn it off, but she found she could "let her hair down," so to speak, when Devon was around - be more like herself.
Breakfast was one of Jade's least favorite activities on this planet. Because Jade absorbs all her nutrition and mineral needs from the atmosphere around her, she rarely had to actually eat anything. She had practiced eating human food during her two eon preparation for this mission, but she had never quiet learned to master the texture and taste of food in her mouth. She quickly found, Breakfast was the only real meal where she had to eat when she was with friends. It's easy to blow off eating lunch because you can't leave your desk, or complaint of no hungry for supper, but most people will not accept any excuses for why you're not eating breakfast.
"It's the most important meal of the day."
"You've fasted all night, eat up."
"Breakfast should be the biggest calorie laden meal of the day."
"How can you not be hungry for supper?"
Jade managed to blend in, but with some people it was very hard to hold her glamour and try to eat breakfast at the same time. That is why she wasn't too worried about meeting Devon for breakfast, letting her glamour down would allow her to eat without raising suspicion.
"Hey, Girl, how ya doin'," Devon floated in like the queen bee he was and planted wet kisses on both Jade's cheeks. He orchestrated himself onto the bench just opposite Jade and settle down with his elbows on the table and his head in his hands. Even when trying not to be flamboyant, Devan was flamboyant.
"Have you ordered breakfast? Of course, you haven't. You wanted to make sure I was going to show up, right?" He batted his eyes suggestive at her and watched her expression.
Taken off guard by behavior that was so over the top, even for Devan, Jade became flustered.
"Wh...hat doooo you m..m..mean?" she stammered.
"You know exactly what I mean, pussy cat. And I'm not leaving this cafe until you have told the the whole story." He flashed a Cheshire cat grin.
"Devan," frustration filling her voice,"I'm sure I don't know what you are talking about." She picked up her menu and started scanning the items. As much as she hated to order any food, maybe it would divert Devan's attention from asking more questions.
He grabbed the menu away from her and tossed it onto the next table.
"Nope - not gonna let you change the subject, Butter Cup," he reached out and captured both her hands in his own rough paws. "And the first thing I want to know is, 'Why is your skin green?'"