[oom] Homecoming
Fiona bought charcoal, steaks, beer, and the stuff to make mojitos. She showered and picked out her favourite sunflower yellow sundress.
Of course, she had to jury rig a barbecue, using one of her neighbor's huge terracotta flower pots. (The evidence of said crime was at the bottom of the crevasse beneath the bridge.). And of course the wind is blowing just the wrong way so the smoke is filling up the house, but her solution is to open another window, get a crossbreeze going. There's some down low and dirty blues blasting from the living room.
She's standing over the makeshift grill (oven rack balanced precariously on top of the pot of flaming coals, steaks sizzling, and the bone dry balcony cowering and saying prayers that a stray ember doesn't send up the whole flat), sipping a beer, hair up off her neck, poking at the meat with a wicked looking knife.
Welcome back, Ramon.
Of course, she had to jury rig a barbecue, using one of her neighbor's huge terracotta flower pots. (The evidence of said crime was at the bottom of the crevasse beneath the bridge.). And of course the wind is blowing just the wrong way so the smoke is filling up the house, but her solution is to open another window, get a crossbreeze going. There's some down low and dirty blues blasting from the living room.
She's standing over the makeshift grill (oven rack balanced precariously on top of the pot of flaming coals, steaks sizzling, and the bone dry balcony cowering and saying prayers that a stray ember doesn't send up the whole flat), sipping a beer, hair up off her neck, poking at the meat with a wicked looking knife.
Welcome back, Ramon.