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tamingthemuseTitle: Curd
Prompt: 492 - Curd
Rating: PG
Word Count: 526
Roxanne peered at the content of one of the buckets and frowned. “It looks disgusting.”
Nora threw her an amused look, then went back to her work. “Well, it’s coagulated milk, so I guess it’s a little bit disgusting.”
Repressing an exclamation, Roxanne stepped away from the bucket as fast as her high heels allowed her. She retreated to where Nora was working, carefully avoiding the equipment stored in the ceiling, more out of concern for her clothes than the objects around her.
“Why do you keep rows and rows of coagulated milk in here?”, she asked while afraid to know the answer.
“That’s the basics to make cheese, Roxie. It may look disgusting now, but that’s the same kind of things that eventually becomes your beloved parmesan.”
The face of her friend was priceless when she declared : “I’m never eating parmesan ever again.”
Nora chuckled and finished to clean up the cheese mold. Roxanne was incongruous among her homemade cheese workshop, and indeed Nora has never imagined her long-lost friend would one day brought her designer shoes in there. And yet here she was, trying very hard not to learn any unwelcome truth about her food.
“Doesn’t it bother you, knowing where all the good things come from?”
“No”, Nora answered. “Actually, I like it. It makes it taste more … authentic, I guess.”
A shadow passed on Roxanne’s face, too quick for Nora to see, but there nonetheless. That search for authenticity was what had separated them years ago, and that was what Roxanna had come here to ask Nora to leave behind, if only for a time.
“I’m done here”, Nora said eventually, putting the cheese molds back on a shelf. “We can go have a coffee before I go to the cows.”
“The cows. Unbelievable”, Roxanne rolled her eyes with a smile, and followed her friend back in the house.
***
“So, are you gonna tell me why you’re here?”, Nora asked once she had settled the coffee pot on a knitted pot holder on the kitchen table.
Roxanne focused on the sugar dissolving in the black beverage one second too much. It was a teller, one she was usually better at hiding, but here, there was no need to. Nothing had to stay hidden with Nora, or at least it used too.
“I have this thing I need help with. Your help.” She looked up from the cup without stopping the motion of her hand stirring the coffee.
Understanding didn’t bloom on Nora’s face. It was rather like it has always been there, like she had known from the start.
“How deep are you in?”, she simply asked. Both of them took a sip, giving Roxanne time to put her explanation together.
“Pretty deep. But I know exactly how to get out. Maybe out forever.”
Nora wouldn’t let herself be fooled. It wasn’t the first time Roxie claimed she was out for good after this one, and yet, here she was. Besides, her plans were usually built on shifting sands.
“Ok”, Nora said eventually. “But I want a say in whatever plan you have. And there are things I don’t do anymore.”
Prompt: 492 - Curd
Rating: PG
Word Count: 526
Roxanne peered at the content of one of the buckets and frowned. “It looks disgusting.”
Nora threw her an amused look, then went back to her work. “Well, it’s coagulated milk, so I guess it’s a little bit disgusting.”
Repressing an exclamation, Roxanne stepped away from the bucket as fast as her high heels allowed her. She retreated to where Nora was working, carefully avoiding the equipment stored in the ceiling, more out of concern for her clothes than the objects around her.
“Why do you keep rows and rows of coagulated milk in here?”, she asked while afraid to know the answer.
“That’s the basics to make cheese, Roxie. It may look disgusting now, but that’s the same kind of things that eventually becomes your beloved parmesan.”
The face of her friend was priceless when she declared : “I’m never eating parmesan ever again.”
Nora chuckled and finished to clean up the cheese mold. Roxanne was incongruous among her homemade cheese workshop, and indeed Nora has never imagined her long-lost friend would one day brought her designer shoes in there. And yet here she was, trying very hard not to learn any unwelcome truth about her food.
“Doesn’t it bother you, knowing where all the good things come from?”
“No”, Nora answered. “Actually, I like it. It makes it taste more … authentic, I guess.”
A shadow passed on Roxanne’s face, too quick for Nora to see, but there nonetheless. That search for authenticity was what had separated them years ago, and that was what Roxanna had come here to ask Nora to leave behind, if only for a time.
“I’m done here”, Nora said eventually, putting the cheese molds back on a shelf. “We can go have a coffee before I go to the cows.”
“The cows. Unbelievable”, Roxanne rolled her eyes with a smile, and followed her friend back in the house.
***
“So, are you gonna tell me why you’re here?”, Nora asked once she had settled the coffee pot on a knitted pot holder on the kitchen table.
Roxanne focused on the sugar dissolving in the black beverage one second too much. It was a teller, one she was usually better at hiding, but here, there was no need to. Nothing had to stay hidden with Nora, or at least it used too.
“I have this thing I need help with. Your help.” She looked up from the cup without stopping the motion of her hand stirring the coffee.
Understanding didn’t bloom on Nora’s face. It was rather like it has always been there, like she had known from the start.
“How deep are you in?”, she simply asked. Both of them took a sip, giving Roxanne time to put her explanation together.
“Pretty deep. But I know exactly how to get out. Maybe out forever.”
Nora wouldn’t let herself be fooled. It wasn’t the first time Roxie claimed she was out for good after this one, and yet, here she was. Besides, her plans were usually built on shifting sands.
“Ok”, Nora said eventually. “But I want a say in whatever plan you have. And there are things I don’t do anymore.”
