Sunday Micro: The Final Five Words of The Year
recipe
chalk
gimmick
sinuous
nonsense
Islands
Randall Brown
Here, the cook bakes without recipes. She says it leaves room for nonsense. To be sinuous, if you are a girl, is to be unkind. I stay silent, the wrong thing always on the tip of my tongue. The cook calls me “Chalk.” She doesn’t mean it as a gimmick.

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posted on 16 Jan 2011, 10:12 AM
Just looking at past ideas, and just had a little go with this. :) Thank you.
“Hand me the chalk.” Her hand is outstretched waiting, but her eyes haven’t left the grimoire and her ‘recipe.’ I’d like to think this was a gimmick, to lure me over. But as the nonsense continues, I am doubtful. I pick up a sinuous piece of chalk and fling it at her. I hate teases.