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Pie
Prompt-41/Pounce
535 wds
Oldie but goodie. This scene popped fully formed into my head, as they often do, then petered out, again as they often do. Sadly it's still in my wip folder. I still really like it and it I can ever figure out where to go with it, it'd make a nice a/u in which I think, Clark comes clean to everyone about his powers.
Pie
Clark loved pie. He loved the way it was solid, yet soft in his mouth. He loved the shape of it. People didn’t go around saying things were cake-shaped. There were no cake-charts. There was constancy to the shape of pie. Forget about that fruit flavored Styrofoam they offered at fast food places. That wasn’t pie.
Pie had crusts gently fluted by hand. It had meringue whipped with an egg beater. Fruit picked on a warm summer day. One of his earliest memories was the smell of cinnamon and apples. His first taste of pie was with his mom and dad looking on, slightly anxious. Not sure, he realized now, if pie was something an alien would like.
Forget soup, and macaroni and cheese. Pie was the real comfort food. This was the reason he supposed, that he was sitting at the table at 2am in the morning, with a huge slice of pie in front of him, contemplating the meaning of life. Well, of his life anyway.
He should never have let Chloe talk him into watching that stupid show with her, Pete and Lana. The whole hour Clark could feel Chloe and Lana staring at him. Pete was too busy drooling over the women on the show to notice, but even he caught the muttered exchange at the end.
"So, do you think it’s a tall, dark and handsome thing?" Lana's inquiry carried the innocence of a new born calf.
"What?" Chloe's tone shimmered with equal innocence.
Clark braced himself and tried not to squirm as they both turned wide innocent eyes on him. He felt like a mouse about to be pounced on by two hungry cats.
"Keeping secrets."
"Could be. Maybe it's the height thing. If you never have to look people in the eye, maybe it doesn't bother you to lie to them."
At this point the heat was rising under Clark's skin, part embarrassment, and part anger. Pete was looking worriedly among the three of them.
"Hey Clark, we'd better get going man, I promised my brother I'd have his car back before 9(?)."
It was lame, but Clark was more than happy to jump on it. He ignored the daggers Lana and Chloe cast towards Pete for his timely rescue, and almost super speeded off the couch.
"Whoa man, I thought it was about to be World War III in there." Pete's grin was bright in the darkened interior of the car.
Clark buckled his seat belt with a sigh of relief. The seat belt was habit rather than necessity, besides, he couldn't exactly explain to anyone why he didn’t' need to use one. "I owe you one Pete. Man-I should have suspected a set up when Chloe invited me. 'Joe Millionaire' is the kind of show she'd usually be boycotting on general principal.
Pete shook his head. "It was an ambush Clark. I knew those two living together would be trouble."
As unfair as Clark thought Chloe and Lana had been, there was just enough truth in the situation to drag him out of bed and into the kitchen in the middle of the night. Not good considering he had to be up in a few hours anyway, but here he sat, trying to find the answer the big questions in baked goods.
Prompt-41/Pounce
535 wds
Oldie but goodie. This scene popped fully formed into my head, as they often do, then petered out, again as they often do. Sadly it's still in my wip folder. I still really like it and it I can ever figure out where to go with it, it'd make a nice a/u in which I think, Clark comes clean to everyone about his powers.
Pie
Clark loved pie. He loved the way it was solid, yet soft in his mouth. He loved the shape of it. People didn’t go around saying things were cake-shaped. There were no cake-charts. There was constancy to the shape of pie. Forget about that fruit flavored Styrofoam they offered at fast food places. That wasn’t pie.
Pie had crusts gently fluted by hand. It had meringue whipped with an egg beater. Fruit picked on a warm summer day. One of his earliest memories was the smell of cinnamon and apples. His first taste of pie was with his mom and dad looking on, slightly anxious. Not sure, he realized now, if pie was something an alien would like.
Forget soup, and macaroni and cheese. Pie was the real comfort food. This was the reason he supposed, that he was sitting at the table at 2am in the morning, with a huge slice of pie in front of him, contemplating the meaning of life. Well, of his life anyway.
He should never have let Chloe talk him into watching that stupid show with her, Pete and Lana. The whole hour Clark could feel Chloe and Lana staring at him. Pete was too busy drooling over the women on the show to notice, but even he caught the muttered exchange at the end.
"So, do you think it’s a tall, dark and handsome thing?" Lana's inquiry carried the innocence of a new born calf.
"What?" Chloe's tone shimmered with equal innocence.
Clark braced himself and tried not to squirm as they both turned wide innocent eyes on him. He felt like a mouse about to be pounced on by two hungry cats.
"Keeping secrets."
"Could be. Maybe it's the height thing. If you never have to look people in the eye, maybe it doesn't bother you to lie to them."
At this point the heat was rising under Clark's skin, part embarrassment, and part anger. Pete was looking worriedly among the three of them.
"Hey Clark, we'd better get going man, I promised my brother I'd have his car back before 9(?)."
It was lame, but Clark was more than happy to jump on it. He ignored the daggers Lana and Chloe cast towards Pete for his timely rescue, and almost super speeded off the couch.
"Whoa man, I thought it was about to be World War III in there." Pete's grin was bright in the darkened interior of the car.
Clark buckled his seat belt with a sigh of relief. The seat belt was habit rather than necessity, besides, he couldn't exactly explain to anyone why he didn’t' need to use one. "I owe you one Pete. Man-I should have suspected a set up when Chloe invited me. 'Joe Millionaire' is the kind of show she'd usually be boycotting on general principal.
Pete shook his head. "It was an ambush Clark. I knew those two living together would be trouble."
As unfair as Clark thought Chloe and Lana had been, there was just enough truth in the situation to drag him out of bed and into the kitchen in the middle of the night. Not good considering he had to be up in a few hours anyway, but here he sat, trying to find the answer the big questions in baked goods.