vignettes

[marycatelli]

This week's prompt is:
dinner 🍖

Anyone can join, with a 50-word creative fiction vignette in the comments. Your vignette does not have to include the prompt term. Any (G or PG) definition of the word can be used.

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[marycatelli]

"You! You jumped-up upstart! This is all your fault! These shadows didn't come from nowhere!"
Aghast, Violetta glanced about. Everyone looked at Portia again. As if they were going to dinner, and Portia would do nothing more than give them something to gossip about.
Helena looked about. So did Augustus.

[marycatelli]

"They'll be eating dinner soon," said Asteria.
Jon nodded, and led the way, angling about the buildings a little more quickly than their walking would bring them. Honor walked with them and asked no questions. She picked out Susan's red hair quickly enough, and the woman walked behind a building.

[starshipcat.livejournal.com]

Having friends over for dinner was so much trickier these days, Rebecca considered as she looked over the table. Back on Earth, she just had to think about who kept kosher and how strictly, who was vegetarian and to what degree, and who had allergies or other medical restrictions.

Here on Solace, she needed to think about what species her guests were. Chongu and Rhaghanth were obligate carnivores who needed substantial amounts of animal protein, and even among those who could eat vegetables and fruits, not all of them could have the same things, and what provided vital nutrients to one species might be dangerous, even deadly to another. There was a reason trade in chocolate was discouraged off Earth

[marycatelli]

Bet you there's black market chocolate.

[starshipcat.livejournal.com]

Trying to control the problem of black markets is why it's not outright banned.

[marycatelli]

funny that

[marycatelli]

Rosalind started to walk about it, becoming shadowy in the gloom. "Who knows, there might be a dinner laid out for us."
Who could trust it? thought Elisanna.
"Oh, look, there's water!"
Elisanna's throat burned. She came about the stone to see water glinting, and Rosalind kneeling with cupped hands.

[marycatelli]

If all went well, she would go back in time for dinner.
She wrapped her arms against the cold. She had seen enough foes who attacked without thought to know the difference. These ones had fled whenever they could. Sometimes when they thought they couldn't, showing that craft was wiser.