The southwest corner of one of the city’s busier intersections held a nosegay of flower shops. They weren’t florists, exactly. That is, on entering them, you weren’t silenced by a chill, stilled hush and the rich, earthy scent of mortality, by dark walls lined with glass-doored coolers in which were set (cold pastorals!) tubs of [...]
Archive for December, 2008
Part One•Section XI•Paragraph 1
Posted in Part One, Section 11, tagged carnations, fiction, florist, freesia, perfection, roses on December 29, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Part One•Section X•Paragraphs 1&2
Posted in Part One, Section 10, tagged almond croissant, blanket, Citroën, food, lilac, parking meter on December 22, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Aimée parked the car—a dull putty-grey Citroën deux chevaux that had, admittedly, seen better days—on a side street. “Stay, Punch. I’ll just be a few minutes.” She reached into the back and gave the sugar-dusted tip of an almond croissant to the dog, who was lying on a worn myosotis-blue and slate-grey plaid stadium [...]
Part One•Section IX•Paragraphs1,2&3
Posted in Part One, Section 9, tagged blemish, family, lip glaze, sephora, shoplifting, stila on December 15, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Skye and Aran wandered the aisles of Sephora. Skye had been invited to a party and wanted to get something to cover up a nascent blemish. They stopped at the section dedicated to skin care and Skye scanned the shelves. “Here. Try this,” Aran offered her a tester of something called Galactic Shield! Skye dabbed [...]
Part One•Section VIII•Paragraphs 1,2&3
Posted in Part One, Section 8, tagged bread-baking, disappointment, dissatisfaction, fiction, food, griffon bleu de gascogne, perfectionism, Pulchinella, spiral herb bread on December 8, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Morris carefully unwrapped the loaf, which he had swaddled in an unbleached linen tea towel figured with faded sprigs of thyme. He rapped the bread gently, then carefully began to cut a thick slice for himself. No, he shouldn’t have listened to Aimée. It was all wrong. A connoisseur of dissatisfaction, a [...]
Part One•Section VII•Paragraph 1
Posted in Part One, Section 7, tagged As Time Goes By, crystal, parents fighting, table setting, Wedgewood on December 1, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Skye set the table for Sunday supper. She loved ritual, tradition. She loved the starched and folded napkins, the polished silver, the platinum-rimmed Wedgewood china. She loved the smell of the lemon wax she had used to polish the oak table. She wiggled the smooth, white candles into their crystal candlesticks, carefully wiping a smudge from [...]
