Miss Brown

[morgia]

Title: Miss brown
Genre: original fic
words: 709
Resume: Miss Brown cook dinner for her friends.
Beta: the so awesome and sexy woman frakkin_addict 
Disclaimer: this original fic is own mine. Reference to people alive is pure accident.
Notes from the author: this fic is for the sublime thrace_adams  who asked me for a original happy fic. Thanks so much ma chérie for asking that, it was a pure pleasure to write it, you been my muse. This is also for candy_belle , tartan_tarte  and teach. You know why:)

 

Miss Brown

 

Miss Brown enters the store with a sweet smile on her face and the company of the door’s crystal bells in rhythm with her steps. In the icy display, a beautiful variety of fish and sea food stand proudly before her. The voice of the fish merchant echoes through the shop: “Miss Brown! What can I do for you today?”

The fish merchant is a large man, with big hands and deep, dark eyes. When he speaks he has this delicious Mediterranean accent that brings you to the place where the sky is bluer and where spices flavor the air. For a moment Miss Brown forget the grey sky and the rain outside.

“Good afternoon Mister Fotopoulos,   I need your best and freshest fish.”

“Ho! But my fish are always fresh, Miss Brown!”

Miss Brown smiles; she likes to play with him.

“I know Mister Fotopoulos, it’s just that tonight I’m cooking for few friends and I want it to go perfectly.”

On the offended fish merchant’s face, sparkles in the eyes and a smile suddenly appears. With his bonhomie back, the fish man claps his hands and declares with a joyous voice, “Dinner with friends? That’s the life! For you I have these delicious and most tender fish. I reserve these just for my better clients, especially the beautiful ones.”

Miss Brown feels  happiness tickling her skin. Minutes later, she exits the store with fresh fish and seafood packed in her bags. She’ll keep with her the promise of spices and the blue sky from places she’s never seen.

When Miss Brown enters the fruit grocery she can’t restrain a delicate laugh that dances off her lips and exits like the wind from her mouth. At the sight of the apples and citrus her mind flies away to return to a certain Sunday afternoon, not so long ago, when she and her best friend had tried to cook pies. The result was not what she’d been expected, but the delirious moment they had was better. Miss Brown likes to smell fruit. She picks up a basket of raspberries, apples and grapes. Then she picks mangos because she likes the colour of the flesh. At the line for the cashier, she takes an orange and smell it until it’s her turn to pay. When she leaves, Miss Brown has the world in her bags.

 

The door of Miss Brown’s flat is blue. Miss Brown doesn’t like her door, but she thinks it’s not the door that is important, but the person who welcomes the visitors. Since four o’clock in the afternoon she’s been cleaning her home, cooking and singing loudly. Miss Brown is happy; in a few moments good friends will arrive. The wine and beer will flow, the laughs and the conversation will explode, and the food and music will be delicious. Inside Miss Brown’s heart, a flame of love burns with intense desire: Miss Brown knows that Marc will be there tonight. Marc, the beautiful Marc, the sexy Marc. When the thought of Marc appears in her mind, Miss Brown blushes. The last time she saw him, he had kissed her goodbye on her cheeks, almost on her lips. It was like the world had spun in a brutal storm around her and the stars that night had sparkled just for her.

 

At six o’clock precisely, the doorbell rings. Excitedly, Miss Brown looks at herself in the mirror beside the blue door for one last time. She thinks she is gorgeous. When the blue door opens, her friends are there with their joy and love. One by one Miss Brown welcomes them in her arms. Then, Marc is there in front of her with flowers and wine. Miss Brown feels fire consuming her body.  Marc’s smile lights his beautiful face. He kisses her on the cheeks, almost at her lips.

 

Miss Brown has a dinner tonight with her friends. The conversations are frenetic, laughs and happy yells fly in the air, foods and wine caress their mouths and good music makes their bodies move. Marc’s intense green eyes look at her and she feels suddenly so alive. Miss Brown is beautiful, and in her glorious happiness, she knows what love is.

FIN

 

Comments

[frakkin-addict.livejournal.com]

Usually before "company" comes over, I'm stressed out and rushed. I don't feel that way before friends come over. I feel more like Miss Brown, excited and anticipating. So nice to be able to get together with good friends like that. I don't do it as often as I should at all.

Beautiful story. :)

[morgia.livejournal.com]

Me too!!! I did a lot before, but now I am more the one who goes to the friend's houses :P Its a big pleasure of life to be with good friends"!!!

Thank you very ma belle amie !!!
xxxx:D

[thrace-adams.livejournal.com]

Oh N - this was GORGEOUS!!! Reminded me of the scene in Bridget Jones' Diary where she's cooking a bday dinner for herself and has invited her friends over. I love that movie so much and this totally made me think of that scene.

Just such a joyous story, and wonderful to spend time with friends like that. Thank you so much for this lovely piece of art!!!!

[morgia.livejournal.com]

YAY!!!!!! I am soooo happy you like it!!!!! Hooo yes, its true, I didnt thought Bridget Jones when I wrote it, but its true its like that. I thought a little bit about The Hours when Meryl Streep wake up the morning and all the day do shoping for her dinner with friends.... and about you, because for me you are like that, happiness::)

*HUGS*

Thanks!!!!

[thrace-adams.livejournal.com]

Awww, thank you :) Me too! *hugs*

[morgia.livejournal.com]

*HUGS*

[wykling.livejournal.com]

Seconded!
Especially that bit where Mark stands in front of her door and she opens it with her dirty apron. I love this bit of the movie! xD

So, I don't get this twitter/fb thing. What does that new crosspost option do exactly? And will you move totes to DW now? *nooooes* D:

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[thrace-adams.livejournal.com]

No I won't be moving totally to DW now. I'll probably move all my personal stuff over there with extremely filtered and comment locked links here, but my fic will stay here along with comments.

*HUGS*

[wykling.livejournal.com]

Right, apparrently I'm stupid because I still don't get what that twitter/fb option exactly does *sighs* does it provide a loop for strangers to read your f-locked entries?

[thrace-adams.livejournal.com]

No, what it does is it does provide a link to your entry, but if they aren't on your flist they can't actually read it. However, now that they have your lj address, they can check out your public posts and friend you etc...plus it does show the subject line of the post and the first five lines of the comment. Which means, you have to hope the commenter didn't put anything revealing in those first five lines. There is a "fix-it" going around that removes the ticky boxes but if the commenter has their LJ set to automatically crosspost than the fix-it doesn't work.

[wykling.livejournal.com]

Oooh, now I understand!

Bummer -___-" I don't really see the point in this feature anyway. Why would anyone like to crosspost a comment sb made on LJ to fb and twitter, especially if it's out of context? Sounds kind of dumb to me. xP

[thrace-adams.livejournal.com]

I agree, I guess that's just part of it. FB people can now log on to LJ with their FB ids and not actually have to have an LJ. They can then friend people and join comms etc. It's all part of a new partnership between the two sites.

[wykling.livejournal.com]

Hmmm...yeah, I guess that's true too.

Still, I can see why the new features are unsettling people x3
Well, I guess I'll wait and see what becomes of the whole thing, maybe I'll settle some stuff over to DW as well if things become too unsettling :/

[thrace-adams.livejournal.com]

My whole thing is my family is on FB and I'm not. They don't know about my slash writing and I'd like to keep it that way. I wouldn't want my 12 year old niece accidently stumbling across my NC-17 writing and figuring out it's her aunt loL - so what I've done for now is made all my personal posts private and I'm going to leave my fic open. That way, nobody can link my personal stuff to my fic.

[wykling.livejournal.com]

*laughs*
Yeah, I totally get that. I'd rather not have my little brother know either for the time being. *points at icon* I wouldn't be the only one feeling like Jack in that situation, lol.

Thankfully, my non-f-locked non-fic posts are general enough to leave me more or less unrecognisable. Plus I've never quite gotten into the whole facebooking thing. xD

[thrace-adams.livejournal.com]

*giggles* Yeah, see my nieces and nephews are really internet savvy AND they know my interests...and my personal posts were personal enough that if they found them, they'd be able to put 2+2 together to come up with 4 so yeah, DNW.

And yeah, the whole FB I spend enough time on here! I don't have time for FB LOL

[wykling.livejournal.com]

My words exactly! That's why I'm so crazy paranoid about the interwebs with all the networking, I guess. :P

*giggles* Exactly! I barely manage LJ. Or twitter. Or DW. How am I supposed to keep up with fb also??? I'd need a tardis or two to get the whole thing managed xD

[thrace-adams.livejournal.com]

LMAO :)

[tartan-tarte.livejournal.com]

I wish I were in Miss Brown's shoes, for numerous reasons. Mostly, though, I miss having a circle of friends to hang out with and places to go to do the hanging out. I never did do the hostess thing very well, but going out to restaurants and coffee shops to hang with friends is one of my favourite things to do. That's a big part of my life that is missing. I think I need to become a little more like Miss Brown and start inviting some people over. :)

Lovely story and I am SO honoured by the dedication! Gros câlins ma belle!

[morgia.livejournal.com]

*HUGS* Well, I think its the time you become Miss Brown my dear, its easy and very great to do and be. Dont be afraid to invite people, its so great"!!! I understand you so much, its a big part why I came back to Montréal last year, I wanted to be around my friends and have people around to be with, at least just for a coffee...

Thanks!!!! I am very happy you liked it!!!

[mrsalemp.livejournal.com]

Very happy little fic. Nothing like spending time with good friends (and one maybe more than friend for her!)

[morgia.livejournal.com]

Thanks!!!! Exactly, life is so great with good friends around:D I like this character, maybe I'll write her moreP

[wykling.livejournal.com]

Aaww, such a sweet and bubbly fic, me likes! ^^

[morgia.livejournal.com]

Thank you !!!!

[luna-veritas.livejournal.com]

Hey there! This was awesome! I really love the feel of this piece and the imagery....."The conversations are frenetic, laughs and happy yells fly in the air, foods and wine caress their mouths and good music makes their bodies move. Marc’s intense green eyes look at her and she feels suddenly so alive. Miss Brown is beautiful, and in her glorious happiness, she knows what love is." Just brilliant!

[morgia.livejournal.com]

Thank you very much lovely!!!!!

I wait for the rest of your series!!!

xxxx
Thanks again!!! Your comment make my day!!!