Enough
"Enough," she said. "Stop thinking so much. A dash of nutmeg, a pinch of cinnamon. It doesn't have to be perfect." She put the cigarette back between her lips and took a drag.
His memory of barbed wire receded. Whatever happened would happen with the banana bread. Cynni was right. Cynni the tatooed, banana-bread baking biker chick was right on. Nothing had to be perfect.
His cheeks were sunken and his hair was in need of a trim, but even so, he felt as if the kitchen was glowing, and him right along with it.
It's safe to say I have no idea what anybody's talking about here, nor what the barbed wire represents, or the nutmeg. But, hey.
Posted by: harlan lewps | Saturday, July 14, 2007 at 02:26 PM
Harlan Lewps never fails to crack me up.
Posted by: Ms.K | Monday, July 16, 2007 at 05:37 PM