He rang the doorbell and waited for her to answer, the sun blinding and the heat erupting his skin like lava. When she opened the door, he knew she was the one.
“I’ve been expecting you,” she said.
“I know,” he said. “Nice to meet you.” Her lips were shiny, moist. As he walked inside, the smell of lemon icing rang from her hair.
“Come to the kitchen. You know the way.” He did not, but luckily there was only one way inside, and that was straight ahead and around the six foot by six foot bronze elephant in the room.
“What a big elephant you have.”
“What elephant?” She mounted it, rode it, and slide down the other side.
In the kitchen, the walls were dripping with butter and eggs, flour, baking soda, vanilla, sugar, and milk. The oven was open, spewing heat. She reached into the carton and hurled another egg onto the wall.
“I’m baking a cake for you.”
It was the sweetest thing for her to say, so he held her close to him for a long time until the walls were solid. As he was leaving, he grabbed a handful of cake, ate it, and stepped outside into the withering cold.
**Read the other chapters of the Daisy Lemmas Riff here:
Welcome To The Void
Reality Of A Dream
Fragments (my contribution)
Dream or Not, “It Spoke to Me”
Lot More Riff
Legend of the Void … “Raven” …
(This post was included in the January 2012 edition of the Third Sunday Blog Carnival)
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