Tante Lou: A Short Story

After the excitement about the watermelons died down, we headed inside with the strange fruit. Ernie had finished up with dinner by that time. He laid everything out on the dining room table. Half of the family members gathered food onto a plate and migrated to the living room. The other half, including CC, Jim, Ashley, Aunt Jill, and I, sat around the dining room table. I was very confused by the food in front of me. I had never seen whatever rested on the plates at the center of the table. Only after CC put some of the food on a plate, did I consider getting

It was a bit awkward trying to slip the dress back on with her skin so wet, and as soon as it was on fully, she began to soak through the under-most layer. But she kept a sweet smile on her face and ignored how the breeze made goosebumps rise across her skin. She would be happy to get to her new home, enjoy the warmth of the hearth and the taste of a hearty meal. She lost herself in her day dreams for a few moments, "Oh." She seemed alarmed as Walt's words brought her back from her own mind. "Oh, oh, I see." Goldie bobbed her head, acknowledging his words. "I'll apologize still. I did say I would help him make dinner!"

Friday October 11th, 7pm. It was a cool and calm night, and Mr. Gaven Brooks and Elaine had decided to take their romantic get-together outdoors. They found a beautiful field filled with daisies and decided that in that exactly field is where they were going to spend their moonlit picnic together. So all sorts of delicious foods such as fried chicken, potato salad, and chocolate cake was served. Wine was poured and gently sipped. And a few cigarettes were smoked. Overall, Mr. Brooks felt it was shaping up to be splendid night. But little did he know Elaine had had a sneaking suspicion about him and his activities when they were apart.

"Oh okay, wait a minute, I'll escort you to the infirmary. Just to let you know she was beaten up today. You should tell her to stop her attitude," he said.

“Ping, bang,” the not so subtle sound of the evening storm, awoke Lucynell from her slumber. The youth behind the counter stared in awe at the angel before him, at the request of Mr. Shiflet, he gingerly pushed the plate of cold ham and grits toward her. Without so much as a glance the boy’s way, Lucynell quickly gobbled down the hearty meal and then began to brush through her hair with the fork.

The essential part to a good family meal in my family is my mom grossing my brother out by talking about bugs at the dinner table or my sister and I fighting. If that does not happen at the dinner table it is a dinner not well spent. While it is a different story in Pride and Prejudice written by Jane Austen, there are severally meals I could have chosen from for this assignment but one that particularly stood out me was, when Elizabeth the main protagonist character has an uncomfortable dinner at Lady Catherine’s

“Hmph.”, Evi’s grandmother scoffed. She then turned out of the room and could be heard working on something in the kitchen.

Her name was Louise, we’ll keep her last name anonymous. I always called her Mo- I mean, Lou. Lou is what some people would call, different. She was out of the ordinary but I loved her anyways. She was silly yet serious, talkative yet shy, skillful yet clumsy, and kind but hateful. Lou was very pessimistic, she didn’t like anything, or anyone, except for me. She had this crazy frizzy black hair and blue/gray eyes. She was as pale as a China doll and she moved like a marionette.

“It’ll be fine, I know it will.” He said, leaving the rest of his favorite meal uneaten at the table and returning to his room. His mother nodded, forcing a smile as she proceeded to clean up. Maelina let out a long sigh and stood up, returning to her room as well. After all, she needed to pack for school, as did her brother.

Freya just stared at her friend. "Gwen, you'll never forgive yourself if you don't at least make the attempt to fix what happened. You may never be able to get back what you once had, but at least take the chance. Please!"

The odor of the meal was as delectable as the food itself. It consumed the original scent of the house and warmed up the entire room. This same maid set the table and placed the utensils in place and meekly left the room.

The sun was shining that morning, there was a cool breeze in the air. The day started off at Joanns parents house. The finishing touches of her make up were being applied, her niece, a culinary student at Johnson and Whales, was cooking a pot of soup in the kitchen. The lovely smell of poatao and asparagus filled the air.

The pie sat on a rack, steaming. Tantalizing scents wafted under Lilly’s nose, making her sigh with longing. Though she knew she was forbidden to even breathe too close pie, or be in the kitchen at all for that matter, she couldn't help but edge a bit closer. The crust was a soft golden brown and the perfectly cut strips of woven dough were thin enough to see the bright cherry filling inside.

They were the type of family that talked about nothing at dinner. They stared into their mashed potatoes and organic green beans. If he was feeling brave that night, which he usually wasn’t, Greg would bring up school. This was until the one word answers became too much of a hassle for the grown up Meredith. She rolled her eyes and Charlie grumbled about his green beans and how slowly the required 15 minutes of dinner seemed to pass. Rebecca agreed. The time felt slow to her, but it quickened with every glass of wine. Rebecca knew more than most about a good glass of wine.

NARRATOR: We begin our night at the Witte family dinner table. All the guests have finally arrived and fresh bread rolls complete with garlic butter have been served to everyone. At one end of the fairly large table, Gould and Lyell begin to have a heated conversation.