I took breakfast
with Shakespeare the day after the spring carnival, I called him Will and he
didn’t seem to mind much. He sprinkled a bit of sugar on his sausage and
indicated in an as a matter of fact tone that the sugar brought out the meats
natural flavor as long as you didn’t use too much. I asked if a good meal
helped him write and he laughed.
“Writing dear
boy, is bolstered by appetite alone. Starvation is the key to penning gold,
love or adoration, but not sex.”
“What aids in the
writing of sex,” I asked, not looking directly at him a blush on my cheeks.
He pushed his
plate to the center of the table, licked the sausage fat and sticky sugar from
his fingers and sighed as he leaned back in his chair.
“A breast in
your mouth and two fingers as close to heaven as you dare….so keep your
notebook ready my lad, it’s fleeting and can turn to tragedy in the time it
takes the heart to consider beating.”
I believe it. I take "it's" in the last sentence to refer to sex, not heaven or love? (As in feed the sex but not the fever?) Sugar plays such an important role in this dialogue! Thanks for taking up the challenge!
ReplyDeleteit’s fleeting
ReplyDeleteand can turn
to tragedy
in the time
it takes
the heart
to consider
beating.
love love love love. love.
hehehe! What a breakfast companion! :)
ReplyDeleteYou do SO well with prose and dialogue!! Excellent and natural flow to this...I enjoyed it!! :)
ReplyDeleteProse is your strongest form ~ I love love the sugar and heat i the final verse~
ReplyDeleteA treat to read tonight Corey ~ Hope you are well ~
That last line is purely wonderful, Corey. And the sugar on the sausage was hilarious.
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We are deserving of ~ at least once in our lives ~ of a teacher like this!!!
ReplyDeleteOl' Will knew better than most that love is oftentimes a verb. Huzzah!
ReplyDeleteInspired, this. I think he really did bless you with a bit of wisdom this morning! :)
ReplyDeleteOh my....Breakfast with the Bard. Love it! You are our resident storyteller in the garden. :)
ReplyDeleteIf anyone could give advice on how to write about the tragedy of love, it was Shakespeare! I love this conversation, and had to smile at the question, and the answer.. made me re-evalute the sugared sausage (sorry, but you put it out there!)
ReplyDeleteTo sit down for breakfast with Shakespeare, you've a great moment with sausage and humor to boot. I think scholars forget what a wicked humor the man had. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThis is eggsellent. Sometimes, it isn't those long tapered digits that have all the fun, it's the sausage fingers. ;-)
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