This is a rewrite of Cola Goodness...
She's a nut, my partner, Sophie. Doesn't she know that stuff can burn a hole through a car hood? Imagine what it's doing to her stomach.
I sit across from her at McDonald's. Lunch time. She already had two cans of Coke this morning - who drinks Coke in the mornings? Now she is drinking it from a Supersize cup.
"I'm surprised you don't have holes in your stomach from where the acid is burning. Or holes in your teeth, " I say, looking pointedly at her drink.
"What?" She rolls her eyes. "It's just Coke. Besides, this is it for me today."
"Okay." I give her a doubtful look. She makes that empty promise to herself daily.
"It is!"
*
Two hours later, we walk towards the car on our way back from viewing a crime scene. We pass a bodega. I make a detour towards it. I could use a KitKat.
"I'm just going to grab something," I say. "You want anything?"
"A Coke." Of course.
I raise my eyebrows. "I thought the Supersize was it for the day."
She grimaces. "This is an exception. That body was gruesome. Need a pick-me-up"
"Every body is gruesome."
"Thank goodness for Coke," she says and winks.
I shake my head and walk in.
*
Two hours later, back at the precinct, we both sit our desks, stumped. This current case baffles us.
"Should we just go to the board?" she asks.
"Yeah," I say. "Maybe that will trigger something."
We both stand.
Sophie takes a sip from her lunchtime Supersized Coke cup. She shakes it. It's empty.
"I'll be back," she says. I look at her, then at her cup.
"You want anything? Another Kit-Kat? It'll be your third one today." She looks at me pointedly.
I sigh. Chocolate is not as bad as that carbonated poison. I throw her a dollar.
"Yeah, sure."
She walks towards the vending machine.
*
It's 11pm and I lay back on my bed. What a day. Just got home minutes ago. Sophie and I needed to call it quits since we weren't making any new progress on the case.
I sigh and the taste of chocolate appears on my tongue.
Aw, what the heck.
I get off the bed and head into the kitchen to grab a KitKat from my stash up in the cabinet by the sink.
This piece is inspired by a writing prompt at the Red Dress Club which asks us to go back in the archives of our blog, pick a fiction or nonfiction piece and do a complete overhaul.
She's a nut, my partner, Sophie. Doesn't she know that stuff can burn a hole through a car hood? Imagine what it's doing to her stomach.
I sit across from her at McDonald's. Lunch time. She already had two cans of Coke this morning - who drinks Coke in the mornings? Now she is drinking it from a Supersize cup.
"I'm surprised you don't have holes in your stomach from where the acid is burning. Or holes in your teeth, " I say, looking pointedly at her drink.
"What?" She rolls her eyes. "It's just Coke. Besides, this is it for me today."
"Okay." I give her a doubtful look. She makes that empty promise to herself daily.
"It is!"
*
Two hours later, we walk towards the car on our way back from viewing a crime scene. We pass a bodega. I make a detour towards it. I could use a KitKat.
"I'm just going to grab something," I say. "You want anything?"
"A Coke." Of course.
I raise my eyebrows. "I thought the Supersize was it for the day."
She grimaces. "This is an exception. That body was gruesome. Need a pick-me-up"
"Every body is gruesome."
"Thank goodness for Coke," she says and winks.
I shake my head and walk in.
*
Two hours later, back at the precinct, we both sit our desks, stumped. This current case baffles us.
"Should we just go to the board?" she asks.
"Yeah," I say. "Maybe that will trigger something."
We both stand.
Sophie takes a sip from her lunchtime Supersized Coke cup. She shakes it. It's empty.
"I'll be back," she says. I look at her, then at her cup.
"You want anything? Another Kit-Kat? It'll be your third one today." She looks at me pointedly.
I sigh. Chocolate is not as bad as that carbonated poison. I throw her a dollar.
"Yeah, sure."
She walks towards the vending machine.
*
It's 11pm and I lay back on my bed. What a day. Just got home minutes ago. Sophie and I needed to call it quits since we weren't making any new progress on the case.
I sigh and the taste of chocolate appears on my tongue.
Aw, what the heck.
I get off the bed and head into the kitchen to grab a KitKat from my stash up in the cabinet by the sink.
This piece is inspired by a writing prompt at the Red Dress Club which asks us to go back in the archives of our blog, pick a fiction or nonfiction piece and do a complete overhaul.
