Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Timed Writing: 5/28/2012



Time: 10 minutes
Prompt: "...the feet sank pleasantly into it..."
Source: 6 x 2 x 3 + 1 x 2 + 4 = 42 = The Complete Sherlock Holms: The Sign of Four by A. Conan Doyle

When Elanora stepped on the cake, her foot sank pleasantly into it. The white frosting filled the spaces between her toes and the spongy substance of the enormous dessert exuded an intense chocolate fragrance, laced with raspberries and something else. The bottom layer of the cake did not feel at all as Elanora had expected. It was cold and squishy and a little bit slippery. And there were hard bits and, ouch, sharp parts too. And what was that other smell? Elanora suddenly felt vaguely ill -- like when a piece of onion or garlic got into the jam and made the whole jar taste wrong. Meat! It smelled like raw meet. But also like something worse -- the garbage can by the garage after the uncooked trimmings of a steak had been left to rot.

Elanora's mission of destruction, fueled by envy, pure and simple, had just become more complicated. She was confused. Ruining her sister's birthday party wasn't something she'd planned out in advance -- more of an act of passion -- but once conceived she'd put the plan into action immediately. She'd stomp on the cake, eat a bit from the edges, and then flee to the backyard, where she could wash in the sprinkler. But now the thought of putting any part of this horrible cake into her mouth made her want to throw up, and her heel hurt from where she'd struck it on the pointy thing.  She was just lifting her foot back out, with the intention of abandoning the scene, when Amelia, the recipient of the cake, entered the kitchen. Amelia's scream of anger hurt Elanora's ears. It also brought their mother.

Later, after the screaming and the accusations and the tears and the scolding and the swatting and the exclamations of surprise and more screams and whispered conversations and the hurried bath with a lot of soap and the time alone in her room and a lot of whispered conversations between her parents and a careful examination of the cake by her father and of her foot by her mother, a policewoman arrived.

Elanora was to have been in her room, contemplating her misdeeds while Amelia was sent to play at the neighbors' house. Nobody had come to check on her for quite some time though, so Elanora had crept out to watch the activity from the top of the stairs.

"I'll need to take the whole thing with me," the policewoman said, "and the receipt from the bakery too -- if you've got it. There have been three other reports today -- all from the same bakery. We're trying to assemble enough of the... the parts to make a positive identification."


(about my timed writing exercises)


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