We feasted on chicken marsala risotto. The creamy arborio rice tickled
our tongues; the chicken hinted of the best wine. We savored every
Afterwards, I put away the full-color cookbooks that fed our
imaginations and helped my mother scrape the last grains of coarse
rice and salt into a bowl for tomorrow’s dinner.
– Another 55er for the 2004.03.09 flashxer “A quick fix”
Webpages flash through my optic nerves. I flirt with the system.
Guatemala, average rainfall. Pi, 500 digits. Uzbekhistan, capital.
Girl, second row, great legs. Whoops, still connected to the
projectors. Press conference finished, long day over. Gulp sleeping
pills. Hyperlinked terrors drown my eyes. Must escape. Bloodied,
clawed-out eye sockets—but nightmares flood back in.
– In answer to the 2004.03.21 flashxer: “A fleeting thought”.
– Thanks to Baryon for editing.