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Tiramisu Flavored Lie
Thursday, February 28, 2008 at 07:32PM 
The sound of the bells hanging on the door chimed as he walked in. My heart sunk and drowned. He scuffed his feet on the worn 'welcome' of the brittle floor mat. The bakery air was rich with sweet drips of spun sugar. I slid my napkin towards myself and across the honey-stuck fingerprints of the counter. I stared at him. The cool air of his entrance brought the coffee beans screaming up my nostrils. I felt jarred into consciousness by his presence. The heat of the coffee seeping through my paper cup was seering my hand red-hot. He noticed my obstinate eye, and I looked down quickly while unsticking my hand from the cup.
The attendant with eight arms called across to him,"Gud Mornin' Jeff!"
"Hey, there Miss Jenkins. How are you this morning?" He retorted as he smirked with a knowing wink in my direction.
"Oh jes fine, Sir, What can I git ya?"
"I can't decide between those blueberry scones or the almond biscotti." He finally pulled his piercing eyes off me to scan the effervescent glazes inside the counter.
I knew I shouldn't have done it. He still didn't know it was me. Maybe I could befriend him before he realized who I was. So I interjected, hoping to distract him from my red backpack and my earlier anonymous actions.
"Maybe you should consider...the chocolate croissant. It's one of the finest in this area," I said boldly.
"Is that right?" He asked, as though he had expected my mouth to let out steam.
"Yup, when you eat it along with a cup of joe it goes down like the smoothest tiramisu. It's my favorite."
He acquiesced and ordered the croissant. He shot me a sly, crooked smile and said, "Thanks, I think I'll enjoy that."
I'm not good with guilt and I curled my toes in my boots and felt the red rise to my cheeks.I knew it was only a matter of minutes before he would see my bag. I didn't want to start a chase. I had to confront it.
"Listen", I said, as I shuffled in place and made way for new orders and reaching hands.
His eyebrows rose and he made a horny face of intrigue, "Yeah?"
"I owe you an apology."
Quickly his face contorted. He stepped away from the counter as though her recognized me, although he couldn't have, not yet. I was too distant from his person, so I stepped closer to him, "I'm the one who left the note."
Reader Comments (9)
Ooooh, what'd the note say?!?!?!
Amarettogirl,
You weave a compelling tale. I couldn't wait to get to the end and find out what she had to apologise for. Then, like all good authors you leave us hanging, wanting to turn the page and find out what note, where, about what, is he a professor or fellow classmate....what, what, what?!
;)
rel
uh, hello!!!! you can't leave us hanging like that!
"he smirked with a knowing wink...he pulled his piercing eyes off of me"....a sly crooked smile that will enjoy what exactly?....."a horny face of intrigue..."
okay, is it me, or is it suddenly very warm in here?
could you think of writing a Part II, por favor....please? I think we all would very much like that :)
((abrazos))
rebecca
So far, so good. Now what? Grin. I'm dying to know what happens next...
I really enjoyed this piece. I also love to write but simply don't have the time for prose so I stick to poetry for now. I tend to be overly critical of the written word and I can say without reservation that this is good. Like the other people who commented, I want to know if there is more. But quite honestly, I would leave it like this...sometimes a piece like this has more impact because of what we fill in for ourselves than anything the writer can do for us. Again, an amazing job!
You know how to keep us hanging...
lubricating
So what is she apologizing for? anyhow, a great story, subtle with just the right words to lead us hanging.
OMG what are you doing to me - amaretto - my favourite drink, tiramisu - my fave dessert - almond biscotti ... drat you mentioned Jeff! Wonderful post!
I loved the passion piece - how did you come up with it? Very original.
I have great memories of home-made tiramisu when my roomate took me on to visit her mother in Italy for Christmas.
I look forward to reading more of your posts!
Thanks for your lovely comment.