Three Minutes with Your Sweet Tooth

Normanday #48: What’s for dessert?

Describe the most delectable dessert you can imagine.

Email what you wrote to woof at bright dot net by the end of the day October 7 (put “Norman is as Sweet as a Candy Bar Helping an Old Lady Across the Street” in the subject line). I’ll post as many of my favorite entries as I want next Monday. Include your first name (or, even better, use a pen name) and age (unless you’re tortoise-old). If you’re a published children’s or young adult writer, include a biography to be posted with your entry.
 

Here are the entries from last week when I asked you to write for three minutes…
 

…about sitting down for a meal with somebody.

Wes T. Green

Dinner Haiku(s)

Lone I sit to eat

Appetite makes me complete

No conversation

Lone I sit to eat

Appetite makes me complete

Hand, no spoon for soup

Lone I sit to eat

Dinner, the evening treat

Room for dessert — Sweet!

Schae D. Lane

William found his way to the table he and his best friends always sat at to eat their lunches. It was 5th period and the school day was more than halfway finished.

William bought lunch, it was Salisbury steak day and the cafeteria always had the best Salisbury steak. He saw that John, Gavin, Abigail, Kelsey and Taylor were already at the table eating and joking around with each other. It started subtly as William set his tray down on the table.

A couple of chips sailed through the air, next followed by some grapes.

“Hey, what was that?” Kelsey asked. They all turned their heads to where she pointed to the floor at the fallen food.

The next moment erupted into pandemonium. Popcorn, pretzels, sandwiches, peas, carrot sticks, gummy bears, apple slices, spaghetti, salad, mashed potatoes, and Salisbury steaks were launched from different sides of the lunchroom bombarding the students. Screams, laughter and groans echoed in the large room accompanied by the splat of foods against the tables, walls and students. Kids either dove for cover or scrambled becoming active participants in the food fight.

“Duck!” Taylor shouted, grabbing William’s arm, pulling him down as a roll hurled through the air, smacking the wall above his head. Sesame seeds were dislodged at impact pelting the top of his head, making him run a hand through his hair to expel them.

“Thanks,” he murmured glancing at Taylor, who crouched down next to him. Both grabbed their trays to use as shields against the food raining down on them.

William could see his other friends were hiding under the table to avoid the carnage, all except for Gavin, who appeared to be standing on top of the table and throwing food, yelling at the top of his lungs, “You want some more?! How about some salsa to go with those tortilla chips?!” He scooped some salsa off his cheek and returned it in the direction it came from.

They watched as the kids really got into it, grabbing at trays to get more food items to throw. The floor of the cafeteria became covered with bits of food. Some students decided to make a break for it and ran slipping and sliding to get to the exits. Teachers ran in from all directions to stop the food throwing frenzy, slipping as well.

Just as it started the food fight ended. No one could really remember how it started or who started it.

Cranberly

A haiku

A delightful meal

And fantastic company

Fills belly and soul