I blink at her in incomprehension. It's not that Jamaica is a totally straight country, but it's hostile to the gay lifestyle. I've been brought up too many different places, too many different ways, to let her stay sheltered. She's open-minded, but she does have some cobwebs to shake off, and a new vernacular to acquire.

I'm walking her through it, as a good modern daughter should. Oh, but it's hard. She's arch, and she's tangential, and she's stubborn. And she knows me.

Suddenly I'm screaming.

"IT'S FRUIT FLY!!!! FOR THE LAST TIME ... STOP CALLING ME A FAGGOT MAGGOT!!!"

inspired by AmyLiz's comment above!

Porn. It always went right to porn with him.

Her eyes fell again to the cucumber she had picked up for the salad and the bunch of bananas she'd grabbed to slice onto her breakfast cereal. Her hands clenched around the yellow plastic of the handle and whitened with her grip. Couldn't even bring home the groceries without some sly comment or crude joke. It was like a disease with him, a twisted obsession. Decent people didn't talk like that.

Sick bastard.

She slapped the Vogue into the shopping cart like a reprimand.

ita, I love the power of that drabble. You really make me feel that tension between the mother/daughter. I love this line: "I'm walking her through it, as a good modern daughter should. Oh, but it's hard. She's arch, and she's tangential, and she's stubborn. And she knows me."

These were both delicious. And Kristin delivered porn immediately! Praising the goddess of instant gratification, whose name is apparently Kristin.

ita, I wanted to say how much I loved "She's arch, and she's tangential, and she's stubborn," but Kristin beat me to. Worth repeating, though. And the ending was perfect.

t dies laughing

If I wasn't so in love with my current tag, I would so ask to tag "the goddess of instant gratification".

Though I have to say, I think I more delivered anti-porn. I decided to go way fictional and have fun playing the other side.

I think I more delivered anti-porn

I guess my mind just went to where the cucumbers and bananas were leading... Oh, dear. Loved it either way.

Really, truly in bed now.

Oh, I *knew* where ita's was going! And I love Kristin's.

Someone said porn?

Summer Game

"Tell me what this is."

She adjusts her senses, those she can actually use; the blindfold is soft, blocking out all but stray darts of diffused light.

"Strawberry."

"Very good." He lets her nibble a bit. "What's this, then?"

Hot, heady, the stuff summer is made of. "Peach," she says dreamily, and licks juice from the overripe globe.

"Right," he says," one more to go."

Vagrant, sweet, tantalising, the scent dances away from her memory banks. "Um - canteloupe?"

"Bad girl. Try again."

"Honeydew!"

"Honeydew it is," he says, and moves the fruit out of reach, to kiss her instead.

wow, did this come out smutty...
Watermelon

There is something almost indecent about the first watermelon of the season. It is only a little darker than her tongue and vaguely reminiscent of other places she doesn’t think of at the kitchen table. She swears every time that she will be neat, but the juice gets out of hand every time. It’s the heat. It does that sometimes. Or at least, it’s hard to complain about getting wet. She takes a big bite. And, yet she remembers from biology, that this lovely pink flesh is not the point...it’s there to keep the vine alive. Something seems wrong about that.

Oh, my.

You know, Gayle Brandeis wrote a wonderful book called "Fruitflesh". All about women's erotica. Seems a nice bit of synchronicity.

I immediately thought of The Botany of Desire when I saw the drabble topic.