Borscht (writing exercise in progress)
"You can put as many cute words onto it as possible. You can pat yourself on the back for being the 'good' man.But charity has never really helped anyone!" She rapped the wooden spoon hard on the edge of the pot for emphasis. She could see his lips curled in a closed smile. Underneath it, he's surely gritting his teeth.
Turning back to the pot, she lifted the spoon and carefully raised it to her lips, blowing the tiniest hint of air against it before passing it between her lips. Shit. Too bland. I should have started much sooner. Perhaps let it sit overnight. She turned back to face him. Still smiling that damn smile.
"Well?" She heard him ask. "How is it?"
She shrugged. "Not my best". "I haven't had much time to prepare it. Of course, it's harder to get good vegetables here."
"Look, don't worry about it." he said in that insufferable motherly purr. "I'm sure it'll turn out great!"
Again with the damn compliments! At first she had been able to shrug them off, but they were beginning to get on her nerves now. First he'd told her she looked great tonight. Typically male remark! She'd been sweating all day buying the ingredients and cooking and she'd just worn her usual black. No comment on her looks could be anything but flattery. Then he'd told her
Turning back to the pot, she lifted the spoon and carefully raised it to her lips, blowing the tiniest hint of air against it before passing it between her lips. Shit. Too bland. I should have started much sooner. Perhaps let it sit overnight. She turned back to face him. Still smiling that damn smile.
"Well?" She heard him ask. "How is it?"
She shrugged. "Not my best". "I haven't had much time to prepare it. Of course, it's harder to get good vegetables here."
"Look, don't worry about it." he said in that insufferable motherly purr. "I'm sure it'll turn out great!"
Again with the damn compliments! At first she had been able to shrug them off, but they were beginning to get on her nerves now. First he'd told her she looked great tonight. Typically male remark! She'd been sweating all day buying the ingredients and cooking and she'd just worn her usual black. No comment on her looks could be anything but flattery. Then he'd told her