Wasted and Cleaning
Author: Lintel soups
Title: Wasted and Cleaning
Challenge: strawberry cheesecake [9] broom; pistachio [27] pet peeves
Word Count: 594
Rating: PG
Story: Water Lilly
Summary: Ian rants away about Lilly’s amazing collection of art. (Takes place right after this.)
Ian strolled into the living room that appeared to be clean. He turned his head a few times looking for a large disaster area. Nothing. He headed towards the couch and the coffee table and there it was. An empty frame laying on top of a piece of paper with several shards of glass scattered around it.
He walked around the back of the couch to kneel down around the mess, making sure not to hit his knees in the broken pieces. He pulled the frame out to set it aside; then grabbed the paper and flipped it over.
It was a glossy image of painted grilled cheese sandwich over a blue background. The sandwich was as if floating in mid air. Ian studied it for a few minutes. He wasn’t sure what to think of it. Ian didn’t care for art at all. The image made no sense to him. The fact that this was the image that had to hit the floor angered him. He began glaring at the image in his hands and had to restrain himself from tearing it apart.
Instead, he let out a maniacal laugh setting the piece down on top of it’s frame. He got to his feet and headed for the kitchen.
There was Lilly still enjoying her drinks. She was only half way in her seat at the counter, appearing to be slightly buzzed. She was giggling to herself when she heard Ian’s footsteps. She tried to spin around to see him but fell straight out of her chair to the floor. Ian looked down at her in delight. He grinned as he leaned down to help her up. She wasn’t much help as he pulled her up by the arms. Her knees buckled and he slammed her back into the counter to both of their amusements.
“Where’s the broom?” He said to her holding her chin up so she could actually see him speaking. Lilly’s eyes darted around and she shook her head. “You’re useless.” Ian rolled his eyes, setting her back in the chair. She continued laughing. She watched happily as he searched the kitchen for the cleaning utensils.
Ian found them, left, and returned with a dust pan full of glass to dump in the trash compactor. Lilly was on her way to finishing her second glass. Ian dropped his things to stop her from drinking.
“Why do you have so much art?” He looked right into her eyes. She stared back at him with her mouth opened wondering what he was asking for. She had no real reply.
“Look at this place. Every wall has something on it. Where do you even get all this? It’s just nonsensical clutter!” Ian walked over to the fridge where some poster hung on the wall right next to it. “This is a fish coming out of a sardine can. You don’t even eat sardines, you eat minnows and catfish. Why would you have this? Hmm? How much would something like that cost? To just have hanging on your wall? Do you find some deep meaning behind things like pictures of food and horrible paintings of people you’ve never met?”
“I just think they look pretty.” Lilly stammered out. She folded her arms and put her head down on the counter, still looking up at Ian with a smile. Ian came over to the counter to lean in front of her.
“I hate it.” He said with a smile.
“Too bad.” She smiled back.
Title: Wasted and Cleaning
Challenge: strawberry cheesecake [9] broom; pistachio [27] pet peeves
Word Count: 594
Rating: PG
Story: Water Lilly
Summary: Ian rants away about Lilly’s amazing collection of art. (Takes place right after this.)
Ian strolled into the living room that appeared to be clean. He turned his head a few times looking for a large disaster area. Nothing. He headed towards the couch and the coffee table and there it was. An empty frame laying on top of a piece of paper with several shards of glass scattered around it.
He walked around the back of the couch to kneel down around the mess, making sure not to hit his knees in the broken pieces. He pulled the frame out to set it aside; then grabbed the paper and flipped it over.
It was a glossy image of painted grilled cheese sandwich over a blue background. The sandwich was as if floating in mid air. Ian studied it for a few minutes. He wasn’t sure what to think of it. Ian didn’t care for art at all. The image made no sense to him. The fact that this was the image that had to hit the floor angered him. He began glaring at the image in his hands and had to restrain himself from tearing it apart.
Instead, he let out a maniacal laugh setting the piece down on top of it’s frame. He got to his feet and headed for the kitchen.
There was Lilly still enjoying her drinks. She was only half way in her seat at the counter, appearing to be slightly buzzed. She was giggling to herself when she heard Ian’s footsteps. She tried to spin around to see him but fell straight out of her chair to the floor. Ian looked down at her in delight. He grinned as he leaned down to help her up. She wasn’t much help as he pulled her up by the arms. Her knees buckled and he slammed her back into the counter to both of their amusements.
“Where’s the broom?” He said to her holding her chin up so she could actually see him speaking. Lilly’s eyes darted around and she shook her head. “You’re useless.” Ian rolled his eyes, setting her back in the chair. She continued laughing. She watched happily as he searched the kitchen for the cleaning utensils.
Ian found them, left, and returned with a dust pan full of glass to dump in the trash compactor. Lilly was on her way to finishing her second glass. Ian dropped his things to stop her from drinking.
“Why do you have so much art?” He looked right into her eyes. She stared back at him with her mouth opened wondering what he was asking for. She had no real reply.
“Look at this place. Every wall has something on it. Where do you even get all this? It’s just nonsensical clutter!” Ian walked over to the fridge where some poster hung on the wall right next to it. “This is a fish coming out of a sardine can. You don’t even eat sardines, you eat minnows and catfish. Why would you have this? Hmm? How much would something like that cost? To just have hanging on your wall? Do you find some deep meaning behind things like pictures of food and horrible paintings of people you’ve never met?”
“I just think they look pretty.” Lilly stammered out. She folded her arms and put her head down on the counter, still looking up at Ian with a smile. Ian came over to the counter to lean in front of her.
“I hate it.” He said with a smile.
“Too bad.” She smiled back.