DD #2 "Moo"

Here's another short story relating to the same couple, written at the same time. I tried writing last night, and while I got a few other dabbles, I didn't much like them. This is why buffers are wonderful. Also, I'm starting to love this couple.

"Moo"

“I have a great invention for frustrated line chefs.”

“Oh?” I looked up from my New York strip steak. He always came up with hilariously absurd ideas when we started eating, and I needed a distraction from the dry slab of meat my knife struggled to cut.

“You know when people order a steak, and instead of saying they want it rare, they say they want it still mooing?”

I nodded, stabbing my own overcooked steak with a frustrated vengeance. “You mean unlike this one?”

“Yeah.” He obviously hadn't heard my comment; his gaze was somewhere in the distance beyond my left ear. “I need to create something that when you cut into a steak, it makes the plate moo for the customer. Like those little cups you turn upside-down. I could make a fortune.”

I shook my fork, trying to dislodge the stubborn hank of inedible flesh. “Honey, if you ever produce any of your ideas and make a fortune, I would love to eat somewhere that can cook a steak at all.”

His eyes snapped into focus on me, and he grinned stupidly.

I frowned. The steak dropped unceremoniously onto my plate. “What?”

“Mooooooo.”