Love In A Re-fri-ger-a-tor

Sunday Scribblings has a strange prompt this week, “Fridge Space”. When combined with Cafe Writing and the list of February prompts about love, it yields an interesting story.

Option Six(Cafe Writing): Fiction

You have to walk carefully in the beginning of love; the running across fields into your lover’s arms can only come later when you’re sure they won’t laugh if you trip.
~Jonathan Carroll, Outside the Dog Museum
Write a short story, scene, or piece of flash-fiction about the beginning of love.

“Gourmet Love”

There was something strange about her, glimpsed in brief flashes. Her smell, ripe and sharp, clashed with sweet and tart. Not the usual fare sampled here, she was an exotic, pampered and wrapped. All that day he saw her and yearned to get closer. Others came and went but he was waiting for his big chance.

The next night, it happened. A space was created and he found himself placed right next to his obsession. He was so close he could almost touch her, but he strained to no avail. She was turned away, facing the door and ignored his silent entreaties. He felt crushed, unrequited love seemed to be his fate.

Muffled music, bright laughter, the refrigerator opened wide. Many hands reached in and pulled out bottles and containers, then her. She was gone, he was left behind. Darkness covered him. Sudden vertigo, a strange place, high on a cliff, but there she was, revealed at last in her naked glory. Firm and plump, yet sleek and shiny, he fairly burst with anticipation when laid down next to her.

Even when the cold steel knives sliced into his body, he reveled when she in turn was cut into blocks and then speared. Yes, he cried, when he felt his slices envelope her cubed forms and be in turn skewered. Lifted towards an open mouth, he felt the sharp snap of teeth and then, blissful oblivion.

“Mmmmmm. This is sooooo good! Goat cheese wrapped in salmon! I love this!”