Brigits_Flame December Entry 03 - Truth

[kenderlord]

Truth

Rocco’s restaurant is closed.  Nobody’s there except him, and Jésus, the night porter.  I have brought a medium to-go cup of espresso with me.  Not black coffee.  All espresso.  Twelve ounces.  I only have to hit the back-door buzzer once before Jésus gets the door.

“Hey, Jack,” he says, propping the door open with a foot.  He’s

Comments

[kithlyara]

I liked this a lot, although I did cringe at the mention of 12oz of espresso. That's a lot of caffeine!

[kenderlord]

Yes. Yes it is. I have a horrible caffeine story to tell you sometime.

-D

[kenderlord]

Thank you kindly! I haven't been eating that much meat this year, but I still think there's something incredibly unifying about the idea of The Hamburger, just as an American concept. It's, y'know, debatable, because the ones most of us eat most of the time are horrible, commodified, slackjawed impressions of the real thing, but I think the point stands.

I dunno. What do you think?
-D

[intermezzo_poet]

This was such a *fun* piece. :)

And I loved the food emphasis-- I love cooking, so this piece really resonated with me. The dialogue was realistic, entertaining, and amazing. Nice work. :)

[kenderlord]

Thank you very much! I seem to be happiest when I write about food.
-D

[innana88]

I.loved.this.

[kenderlord]

<3!

I hoped you would, especially the michigan parts.
-D