Vocabularily Adventurous
from the mixed-up files of E. G. Morgan
A Chip of Glass | Prose
Sunday, Oct 5, 2008
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Danny is sitting at one end of a long table in a crowded cafeteria. Across from her sits a young-looking stranger, next to her is Lindsay's boyfriend Sam, Lindsay is next, and Matt is on the other end. Acrross from Matt is Keith, and next to Keith sits Robert.
Lindsay is smashing her casserole into a colorful mess on her plate as Keith, Sam, and Matt look on, chuckling. Robert looks over, seeming disinterested, and the stranger sitting next to him and across from Danny leaves without saying a word. Danny is focused on her mostaciolli, not speaking or looking at anyone.
Sam: God, Lindsay, that smells horrible.
Keith: I don't think obliterating it made it any worse.
Matt: No, it definitely smelled that bad to begin with.
Lindsay: (giggling) Well, at least it looks like I ate some of it.
Keith: The staff will still judge you.
Linsday: Shut up.
Matt: (rising) Well, I've got some work to do. Thanks for dinner, folks.
Everyone murmurs or nods as a sort of goodbye, and a moment later Matt has disappeared.
Keith: I should head out too.
Lindsay: Yeah, I've got so much Sociology homework I'll be awake 'til next month.
Sam: Didn't you need me to help you burn those CDs?
Sam gives Lindsay an obviously pointed look, and Lindsay's confusion turns into delight.
Lindsay: Oh! Yeah, the CDs. Sure.
Lindsay picks up her plate and cup and starts to leave. Sam also clears his place and begins to follow her, winding his arm around her waist as they walk away. Keith stands with his plate and silverware in his hands. He rolls his eyes and looks at Robert.
Keith: Burn, baby, burn.
Danny and Robert sit diagonal each other at a now empty table. Robert is watching her as he gathers his dishes together; Danny looks up, setting her fork down on the edge of her plate.
Robert: I should probably go study too.
Danny: Do you need me to quiz you?
Robert: It's up to you.
Danny: No, it's not. Do you need me to quiz you?
Robert: I know you have other homework.
Danny: I do, but I'm willing to put it off if you need my help.
Robert: Whatever you want, Danny.
Danny is gripping the edge of the table; her knuckles are white.
Danny: It's not my choice, Robert. Why can't you understand that?
Robert: (sighing) You can come up if you want. I don't know.
Robert stands and pushes in his chair. In her hurry to do the same, Danny knocks her chair over, causing enough commotion to turn several heads.
Danny: Robert, I need you to tell me point-blank, yes or no, whether you want to be with me or not.
Robert hesitates, avoiding her gaze.
Robert: This isn't about studying anymore, is it?
(I don't know how to finish this one yet, nor do I have the time. Hopefully the next one will have an ending.)
Lindsay is smashing her casserole into a colorful mess on her plate as Keith, Sam, and Matt look on, chuckling. Robert looks over, seeming disinterested, and the stranger sitting next to him and across from Danny leaves without saying a word. Danny is focused on her mostaciolli, not speaking or looking at anyone.
Sam: God, Lindsay, that smells horrible.
Keith: I don't think obliterating it made it any worse.
Matt: No, it definitely smelled that bad to begin with.
Lindsay: (giggling) Well, at least it looks like I ate some of it.
Keith: The staff will still judge you.
Linsday: Shut up.
Matt: (rising) Well, I've got some work to do. Thanks for dinner, folks.
Everyone murmurs or nods as a sort of goodbye, and a moment later Matt has disappeared.
Keith: I should head out too.
Lindsay: Yeah, I've got so much Sociology homework I'll be awake 'til next month.
Sam: Didn't you need me to help you burn those CDs?
Sam gives Lindsay an obviously pointed look, and Lindsay's confusion turns into delight.
Lindsay: Oh! Yeah, the CDs. Sure.
Lindsay picks up her plate and cup and starts to leave. Sam also clears his place and begins to follow her, winding his arm around her waist as they walk away. Keith stands with his plate and silverware in his hands. He rolls his eyes and looks at Robert.
Keith: Burn, baby, burn.
Danny and Robert sit diagonal each other at a now empty table. Robert is watching her as he gathers his dishes together; Danny looks up, setting her fork down on the edge of her plate.
Robert: I should probably go study too.
Danny: Do you need me to quiz you?
Robert: It's up to you.
Danny: No, it's not. Do you need me to quiz you?
Robert: I know you have other homework.
Danny: I do, but I'm willing to put it off if you need my help.
Robert: Whatever you want, Danny.
Danny is gripping the edge of the table; her knuckles are white.
Danny: It's not my choice, Robert. Why can't you understand that?
Robert: (sighing) You can come up if you want. I don't know.
Robert stands and pushes in his chair. In her hurry to do the same, Danny knocks her chair over, causing enough commotion to turn several heads.
Danny: Robert, I need you to tell me point-blank, yes or no, whether you want to be with me or not.
Robert hesitates, avoiding her gaze.
Robert: This isn't about studying anymore, is it?
(I don't know how to finish this one yet, nor do I have the time. Hopefully the next one will have an ending.)
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