The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: 17. Italy
Pen Name: souplover9
Pairing/Main Character(s): none
Rating: K
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My lid is unscrewed hastily and is carelessly tossed onto the wooden table. My aluminum, guaranteed-fresh seal is yanked off in bits and pieces. It met an untimely death…not that I care. This comes with the territory—occupational hazard, some might say.
The kitchen drawers open and shut and the jingle and clanking of metal utensils is heard allover.
Finally, the moment I've been waiting for. Cool, smooth metal enters me, and scoops up a dollop of chocolate and hazelnut deliciousness. A moan resonates, and the spoon returns, and repeat.
Oh yeah, baby!
I'm Nutella, the best thing outta Italy.
Author's Note:
Yes, I know. I'm ridiculous. The real prompt is below, since, you know, the first one had no relation to Twilight.
She was on the verge of tears and in total abnegation. Everything had been stolen.
"How could I have been so stupid?" Bella muttered, sitting in the American Embassy in Rome, waiting for her parents to fax over her documents.
Running through the events for the umpteenth time, she tried to remember what made her put her bag down on the pew in the Cathedral.
"Miss Swan? Hello, I'm Carlisle. If you'll follow me, we can get all your paperwork in order. You should be out of here in time to catch your flight home today."
"Thank God," she whispered.