Antoinette's impressionism
Gabrielle Barrett
Flog set Antoinette down gently inside the door to their small but
comfortable apartment. "Mm," she moaned, stretching out her green silk
covered arms. "I feel soo much more awake all of a sudden." She smiled
disarmingly, and swiped her nails at Flog's chest.
"I'm... hungry. Omelette okay with you?" She catwalked into the kitchen.
"Waitasec," Flog said, following her into the kitchen and catching her
waist from behind. "You're not really tired, are you?"
"No," she replied lazily. "But I am in a mood not to be out in a bar when
I can be here, with you, cooking... omelettes."
She opened the dirty white refridgerator and took out a carton of eggs,
some suspicious looking cheese, an onion and a tupperware container of
peppercorn salami. A sharp shining paring knife was retrieved from the
silverware drawer, and she elegantly coaxed the cutting board out.
"Get the skillet for me, please, sweetheart," she murmurred as the knife
made -swick swick- sounds through the onion and sections of it tumbled off
as neatly as new snow. Then the knife would bite gently into the wood of
the cutting board with a gentle thump.
Antoinette swept the onion up into her hands and deposited it, with a
little oil, into the skillet. Soon it was sizzling and popping and
bouncing as it became dark golden brown, and she cracked open four eggs.
Crack - crack - crack - crack. The white ran over the edge of the shell
and she deftly poured it into the pan, piercing the yolk with the shell.
The lot of it was swirled together gently with a fork, and she casually
threw in some salami at nearly the last second. Then she sliced the mold
off of the cheese, sliced some of it into cubes and shook the cubes out of
her hand like dice onto the egg. She swept a lid over the lot of it and
waited for the cheese to melt.
--
Thai wives are extremely jealous. If they catch their man with another
woman, they cut off his penis and feed it to ducks. The men are so used
to this that they can catch the penis and have it reattached at the
special hospital ward. -- paraphrase of Spalding Gray