The assignment: write 1k words about this photo.
HER: “Did you set the timer?” Did she see me? I don’t think she saw me.
HIM: “Ten more seconds.” Gwen is so withdrawn tonight.
HER: “Oh now I hear it ticking. I couldn’t before.” I think she recognized me.
HIM: “How’s the glaze coming?” Is Gwen angry with me?
HER: “Almost there.” She kept staring at me like she was trying to place me.
HIM: “I couldn’t find the cinnamon.” I should have let Gwen finish the custard. I know how much she loves using the torch.
HER: “This place gets so disorganized on our days off!” I should never have let the blonde grow back, she wouldn’t recognize me brunette.
HIM: “Tell me about it.” It’s not just tonight, let’s face it.
HER: “I prefer the nutmeg anyway.” But my God it was five years ago.
HIM: “Let’s hope they do too.” She’s been distant lately.
HER: “They won’t know.” It was a thousand miles from here.
HIM: “I haven’t seen them in here before, have you?” Or maybe she hasn’t been.
HER: “No. No I haven’t.” I thought I was safe.
HIM: “I think the guy at table 5 writes reviews.” Ever since I bought the ring I’ve been second guessing her.
HER: “Really? Reviews where?” Of all the French joints in all the towns in all the world Gary’s sister had to get dinner in this one.
HIM: “‘Chez Le Monde’.” Second guessing us.
HER: “Wow. ‘The mousse of the century’? That review?” Maybe she’s not in touch with Gary nowadays either.
HIM: “I think it might be the same guy.” I’m afraid she’ll turn me down.
HER: “In that case let’s use fresh fish for a change.” After all, I wasn’t the only one he hurt.
HIM: “Always thinking.” There I’ve said it.
HER: “What did he order besides the trout?” She hates Gary.
HIM: “The tomato aspic, the cold potato leek, and both kinds of mousse.” Stop examining everything fool.
HER: “If he’s not sampling for a review, that is a scary combination.” But she hates me more.
HIM: “Oops. Can you grab me the parsley?” I need to lighten up.
HER: “What am I, your sous chef?” I know her. Even if she doesn’t tell Gary, she’ll ruin things for me here.
HIM: “I’ll be yours if you’ll be mine.” Nothing looks normal under a magnifying glass.
HER: “Deal.” Robert is such a good man.
HIM: “You about ready with the glaze?” I love her so much it’s terrifying.
HER: “Yeah here it is.” Maybe he would forgive me.
HIM: “Mmm. You’ve outdone yourself.” Maybe I should cancel our trip tomorrow.
HER: “I like the mint from the Thursday market.” For years of lies?
HIM: “Are you shaking?”That’s the beauty of a surprise hotel stay. She won’t know to be disappointed.
HER: “Cramp from stirring.” And what happens when he hears the truth?
HIM: “That’s dedication.” After three years together, what’s another few days?
HER: “Or a slippery spoon.” Could he forgive me that too?
HIM: “Trout smells ready.” Or even months.
HER: “I’ve got the butter going.” I’ll bet he could.
HIM: “I like the quality of the new lights. How about you?” Robert you’re a chickenshit.
HER: “Me too.” If anyone could.
HIM: “Forgot to warm the platter.” I could wait forever to ask if her answer is no.
HER: “I remembered.” But what if he can’t?
HIM: “You always remember.” Maybe she isn’t your woman of mystery.
HER: “I do. It’s true.” I can’t take the risk of losing him.
HIM: “I’d like to reinstate the brioche for Sunday brunch.” Maybe that holding back you always feel isn’t because she has secrets.
HER: “This early?” Maybe I’m overreacting.
HIM: “You’re right, last year we waited until July.” Maybe she’s holding back from me.
HER: “I need a new egg. This one is too light.” Maybe it’s not her.
HIM: “Hurry, please.” I can’t wait forever. I’ll drive myself insane in the meantime.
HER: “Hurrying. Without running in the kitchen, of course.” I think I can see her if I look out the window.
HIM: “Of course.” I’ll ask her tomorrow as planned.
HER: “Aaagh.” It’s her. Oh no Oh no what am I going to do?
HIM: “You okay?” Then we’ll know.
HER: “Lot of leg cramps lately.” I can’t go out there again.
HIM: “Should I worry?” She won’t even look me in the eye.
HER: “Only if you need to.” I need the right excuse to stay back here.
HIM: “That egg a keeper?” She is so beautiful.
HER: “Best egg of the week.” I can’t say I’m sick – I just prepared all their food.
HIM: “Okay. Showtime.” She’s a better chef than I am too.
HER: “Wait. Coconut shavings.” I’ll have to cut myself.
HIM: “How could I forget that.” It’s amazing how humble she is.
HER: “Table 5 has given you nerves.” Not bad enough to need an ambulance.
HIM: “Tonight he gets the mousse of the millenium.” When she says she doesn’t deserve me she sounds like she believes it.
HER: “That has a ring to it.” Just bad enough we don’t want the customers to see me.
HIM: “We’ll each deliver a mousse to him. He’ll love it.” You see there is every reason to expect she’ll say yes.
HER: “Here, let’s send some samples to the foursome.” Oh Robert someday I’ll tell you.
HIM: “Brilliant marketing.” I’ll ask her tomorrow.
HER: “You never know who’s at your table.” Please forgive me until then.
HIM: “Gwen! My God, you cut yourself!
HER: “It’s nothing. Throw me that towel, will you?
HIM: “That’s a lot of blood!”
HER: “Stopped now. But it’s all over me. You’d better deliver the mousse without me.”
957 words. This piece exists because of this Weekly Writing Challenge.