Avocado Toast in 99, Times Two

Fancy Avocado ToastTwo 99-word tales of love and avocado toast.

Tea and Sympathy

“What’s the plan for today?” he asked.

Georgia watched out the window as squirrels chased each other through new-fallen snow, then up and around the trunk of the red oak they’d planted at Jessi’s birth. Snow chunks dropped like overcooked spuds. 

“Temps must be rising. Might be good for a hike later.”

She pulled on her coffee, felt the burn, the reactive tears. Good.

He pushed the untouched plate of avocado toast her way. “It’s not your fault. We’ll video chat with Jessi later.”

“I was asymptomatic and didn’t wear a mask. And now our daughter’s in the hospital.”

© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2020)

Yes, He’ll Do…

They lay before him, twin treats on crunchy multigrain. Both promised exotic pleasure, both things he’d never imagined trying on his own. She’d wanted to woo him with her cooking skills. Otherwise intelligent, funny as hell, and gorgeous in nothing but his dress shirt, she was worth the risk.

“This one is avocado toast, with homemade pineapple salsa, a dash of cayenne, and a splash of lime for brightness?”

She nodded.

“And that brown one is gjetost, with a swipe of unsalted butter?”

He tried one, then the other, and was pleasantly surprised.

Wow. He must really love her.

© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2020)

Carrot Ranch Prompt (11/12/202): In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story includes avocado toast. How can this be a story or a prop to a story? Use your senses and imagination. Go where the prompt leads!

8 thoughts on “Avocado Toast in 99, Times Two

  1. Pingback: Avocado Toast « Carrot Ranch Literary Community

  2. A beautiful pair of insightful stories, Liz. Although I want to weep with both. First, for a mother’s pain and second — run, man, run — she’s feeding you goat cheese! I am not tricked by that lie “it’s caramel-like-fudge-cheese.” I had a run-in with gjetost when one of my staff, someone who knew me well enough to know my goat aversion, was convinced it was the best dessert cheese on earth. She was so excited when our co-op brought in gjetost and convinced me to let her feature it in a story. She set up a photoshoot and proudly handed me a piece slathered (not smeared) on a piece of cracker and I popped it in my mouth and gagged in front of my whole department. She insisted it was NOT goat, she’d NEVER give my goat cheese…then she checked the ingredients. Yup. Goat. So, I don’t get the pleasure others do from gjetost but I know it’s a delicacy. I howled to see it in your second story!

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