Bebop jazz tumbled from the
speakers into the kitchen abuzz with culinary activities. He was prepping a
skirt steak for the grill while she was busy with all the prep for salad with
walnuts and goat cheese served with a raspberry vinaigrette. As their hips
swayed and their toes tapped, aromas of vinegar, brown sugar, onions, red chili
powder, and lime began to fill the kitchen as smoke from the charcoal grill
began to breeze in through the screen door. The wine had been opened long ago:
a steel barreled Chardonnay, and the glasses and their spirits were rising in
harmony. They were serving cocktail shrimp to each other and giggling like
honeymooners, toasting and touching their glasses, with very frequent wet kisses
throughout.
He was thinking about skipping dinner and getting right to the sex as all the kissing had gotten him going more than a little bit. He worried she might make him wait for dinner and then they might just fall asleep as they had a penchant for doing. She was enjoying the kissing and extended foreplay as opposed to the two minute usual but had her mind more on their unsuccessful attempts to get pregnant more than anything else. It had been close to six months now and she was beginning to worry that they might have to go see a professional and how this might lead to other concerns which might in turn cause her to reflect on past transgressions like all the weed she smoked in college and the abortion she’d had when she was 22, before she’d met Leo.
Just then the doorbell cut through a number by Dizzy Gillespie and interrupted both their trains of thought. Leo said, I’ll get it. Who the hell could it be?” As he made his way toward the front door she began to once again think about getting pregnant, this time picturing a little baby girl in her arms. “Hey hon, there is a ‘Trini Pellandi’ here, says he is an old friend of yours.” Leo was walking with him toward the kitchen. She could hear the pairs of feet shuffling from the front door as panic filled her bloodstream and pounding drummed her ears and eyes.
He was thinking about skipping dinner and getting right to the sex as all the kissing had gotten him going more than a little bit. He worried she might make him wait for dinner and then they might just fall asleep as they had a penchant for doing. She was enjoying the kissing and extended foreplay as opposed to the two minute usual but had her mind more on their unsuccessful attempts to get pregnant more than anything else. It had been close to six months now and she was beginning to worry that they might have to go see a professional and how this might lead to other concerns which might in turn cause her to reflect on past transgressions like all the weed she smoked in college and the abortion she’d had when she was 22, before she’d met Leo.
Just then the doorbell cut through a number by Dizzy Gillespie and interrupted both their trains of thought. Leo said, I’ll get it. Who the hell could it be?” As he made his way toward the front door she began to once again think about getting pregnant, this time picturing a little baby girl in her arms. “Hey hon, there is a ‘Trini Pellandi’ here, says he is an old friend of yours.” Leo was walking with him toward the kitchen. She could hear the pairs of feet shuffling from the front door as panic filled her bloodstream and pounding drummed her ears and eyes.
Write the opening of a novel using
the authorial-omniscient voice, making the authorial omniscience clear by going
into the thoughts of one or more characters AFTER establishing the voice. As
subject, use either a trip or the arrival of a stranger (some disruption of
order-the usual novel beginning).
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