elfination

(as a prelude: This conversation has never actually taken place. I just thought of it while I was browsing the grocery. I can think of a number of scenarios where it might have taken place, though.)

They were at lunch, the two of them. The conversation had been idle - television programs and movies, work, weight loss. Her success had been won through careful counting and restrictions, his through a physically active job at the company.

There wasn’t much left unsaid, to the casual listener, but between them they each had a list of unspoken desires. She finally broke the silent chatter.

“Do you know what I really want?” She asked, leaning forward toward him, her eyes wide, as she inhaled deeply. “What I think I want more than anything else?”

His pulse quickened, his mouth went dry. Here it was, the words he’d secretly hoped she’d utter. He looked into her deep almond eyes - they sparkled, he noticed, and her sharp intake of breath had flushed her cheeks just so, and was that a flush across the pale skin of her chest? Had her foot just grazed the side of his leg? He could barely answer. “What do you really want?” he asked, struggling to get the words out.

“Raisins,” she said. “I want a big box of raisins. I’ve never even liked raisins, but suddenly, I want piles of them. I think the golden ones are better. Or maybe dried cherries or something… I haven’t been able to have anything at all like that in years.”

“Raisins?” He stammered.

She blinked. “What did you think I’d say?”