A short story about a short discussion about a short story.
|“What's the latest challenge?” Gina stopped and bent to retrieve a slipper that had come off as she entered the room.
Richard glanced up from his laptop and smiled at Gina's disheveled but extremely sexy appearance. “To write a story or poem that uses five specific words.”
“Pizza, Paleolithic, patron, Polka, and porpoise.”
Gina shook her head, both to clear the fog from last night's pineapple party and to address the writing challenge. “That sounds pretty tough.”
“Yeah.” Richard grabbed a handful of potato chips that had been sitting out for two days. “You don't suppose the cats have been into these, do you?”
“I don't suppose it matters,” said Gina as she watched Richard stuff the chips into his mouth without waiting for an answer.
Gina leaned over and kissed the balding head that had been a thick lion's mane when they'd met eighteen years earlier. “I'm going to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Want one?”
“What flavor jelly?” Richard lunged for a copy of The Pelican Brief that Gina had left on the counter, and flattened a fly that was prowling along the edge of the chip bowl.
“Grape or peach.”
“How about half and half.”
“All on one sandwich?”
“Sure.” Richard slapped his hand across his leg to shake off any potato chip salt. Then he rose and wrapped his arms around Gina. “Why not live dangerously?”
As they hugged, Gina whispered into Richard's ear. “Pizza, Paleolithic, patron, Polka, porpoise.”
Richard smiled. “There'll be another challenge for tomorrow. I think I'll just wait for that one.”
Note: Written for a Writer's Cramp prompt to use the words in bold.