truffle_or_cookie fyn gula he heard a car pull up in the time even dawn is yet asleep, his dog barked only enough to tell him someone was there. no headlights. engine running. the door left open. he saw these things from the upstairs window looking down. rain sliding slowly across the glass. a figure moving quiclky, noiselessly across the soggy ground. he listened for a knock on the door, but it never came. "hmmmmmm." he thought to himself. he watched the person, oh it was a child, get back in the car, watched it go out of the driveway, stones crackling under slow moving wheels. the headlights coming back on. and so he walked downstairs because he knew someone had entered his world and he wanted to know why. he opened the door and there it was on the porch. a small white box with handpainted hearts. he opened it like he had forgotten one last christmas present. inside was a small bag of truffles and cookies made from lavender and dried cranberries. there was a valentine that said he and the girl he lived with were loved. it was signed, The Dawn Patrol. he knew who it was and as he stood there in his barefeet he wondered which one he should eat first. truffle or cookie? 010214 ... Rhin Eat the truffle for God's sake! You can't even compare the two. At the very least, eat it for me! ode to a truffle ::...holding the small round confection in her hand, she slowly unwraps the little piece of heaven - anticipation building inside of her, as the smooth surface of the chocolate, begins to see the light. A smile plays across her lips, when at last the confection makes contact, with the palm of her hand. With her other hand, she fingers it's delicate surface, then gently grasps it between two fingers, and lifts it into the air - her eyes captivated...her breath held, as it nears closer to her face. Her tongue gently slides across the surface of her lower lip, as she begins to pick up the scent of the candy. As the chocolate hovers near the entrance to her mouth, she pauses for just a moment, relishing the fact that she is teasing herself. When at last her body, begins to whisper threats of self-destruction, she slides half of the confection between her two lips. They seem to wrap around the surface with ease. Her teeth make contact with the devilish ball, and proceed to cut through the surface, until finally...finally...the ball seems to collapse, and the soft-gooey-rich-chocolate center, oozes like lava onto her waiting tongue. Her eyes close - her breathing becoming eratic...she sighs (actually it's a moan), and tries to think of an appropriate adjective to describe her feelings. She only manages to come up with one of her personal favorites...'Orgasmic'!:: Mmmmmm... I want a truffle... I need a truffle... Just one... Only one! 010215 ... fyn gula he discovered there was another who liked truffles, so he looked in the box to see if there were any left. maybe one so he could give it to her and make her happy. he dug around the tissue and unfortunately, there were not. he ate them all. and he knew she understood why. 010215 ... fyn gula this year: paper flowers, cinnamon bread, cranberry cookies, and of course, truffles. 020214 ... celestias shadow He remembered how much she loved truffles. Why had he never thought of this before? He smiled, thinking about all those years they had known each other, and all the sticky ice-cream summers they had spent playing in sprinklers. He looked at the box one last time. Truffles or cookies? Not such a hard question after all. As he walked back inside, crumbs dropping from his lips, he thought that maybe, just maybe, there might be a little construction paper and glitter left in a corner somewhere. Enough for one valentine. 031128 ... x i miss fyngula 031128 ... celestias shadow sorry. *walks away and decides not to try to write other people's stories anymore* 031129 ... no reason i would guess that's not what she meant (see: http://blather.newdream.net/red/t/the_truth_about_fyngula_farmfish_and_frank.html) 031129 ... KISA Come to the dark side we have cookies 060426 ... unhinged do i have to choose? 190418 what's it to you? who go blather from