Some Fiction For You!

In keeping with my fiction writing challenge to myself, here is a piece I wrote just before dinner. I am now stuffed full of stew and polenta and I am happy to share this with you all.

The three topics I started with were:

-the critical period in matrimony being breakfast time 

-toasted marshmallows

-little bits of kitchen knowledge

"We're friend-married" you once told me over a picnic table in the ward of your father's condo.

Maybe it was a reaction spanning from the recent divorce of your parents but you decided that we were friend-married and I was never one to try and change your mind

And when we moved in together to that crappy apartment on 10th Street, I never blamed you for forgetting forks and plates.

We slept together in the living room on my twin sized air mattress and burnt marshmallows to a crisp over the gas stove for breakfast sometimes

You said that that was the only way to properly cook a marshmallow-black outside, squishy inside.

You considered yourself a gourmet chef for that bit of knowledge and I was never one to question you.

I was friend-in love with you.