(Author’s note: The last time I wrote, I had just started the process of moving to a new place. Happy enough, I’m moved in and doing well. Changed up a bunch of things, and I feel good about prospects down the line. Especially the freedom of being able to write while looking at an interesting suburban neighborhood. Anyhow, here’s an unusual take on today’s Friday Fictioneers entry…)
Midnight Pretenders
by Miles H. Rost
“Atsuko, you’ve never made Christmas cookies before?”
Atsuko Inori flushed, her secret exposed.
“Well, we have eggs, flour, sugar. Do we have vanilla?”
“Vanilla? No vanilla,” she said, “Cannot get from big supa.”
Stephano opened her refrigerator, and smiled.
“You have lemons. Lemons make real good Christmas cookies.”
She moved her hips slightly, almost dancing.
Stephano looked up, catching her.
“You wanted to make lemon cookies, didn’t you?”
“I like lemons. My tongue dances, just like me, when I eat.”
Stephano stifled a chuckle, bringing down bowls from their cupboard.
“Well, let’s not waste time. Anytime you dance, I’m happy.”
Music and Fiction 
A refreshingly happy story. I love lemon, too.
Lemon is the fruit of life for me.
Cute and lovely, I especially liked the last line.
Simple phrases like that cross all major language boundaries. Especially in Asia.
Beautiful story. Well done.
Thank you! And thank you for stopping in!
Cheerful story! Thanks!
With a world seemingly bleak, you take the cheer when you can.
Sounds like those two have an easy-going, encouraging relationship.
Even with all the language barriers. She holds her own, but sometimes it gets tough.
Miles, it looks like you’ve been saving up your comments for awhile 🙂 Nice to hear from you.
I love their relationship… and lemon cookies!
I think we all love lemon cookies! And their relationship is always a good one.