Posted by Jai Narayan on September 4, 2004, at 8:48:16
This is the beginning of my story. I would like feedback. It's set in 1971
I pulled myself away from the bruising sun. The screen door slammed behind me as I opened the refrigerator and reached in for the porter house steak. My body felt deliciously warm next to the cool ice box air. I peeled back the red, white and blue striped bikini I had on to see the pale line of unexposed skin. I had quite a burn but I liked that feeling, so hot and tingly. I liked slipping between the cool sheets at night with my body all warm and glowing from the sun. I felt like a banked fire. A cooker.
I carried the meat out to the tiny second floor porch and threw it onto the grill. The coals sputtered and spit the blood back at me all hot and mean. I jumped. I hated cooking meat. Ever since I went with my collage art class to the local slaughter house and watched the cows get plugged by the air gun and fall to the floor stunned while vomiting green slime, I just couldn't look at cow meat and salivate.
But my new husband would be real happy with this dinner, he loved meat. He would come home exhausted from working at his Daddy's construction company and want a hardy meal.
Jai Narayan
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