Loving Cinnamon
by Carolyn Davenport on 21/04/11 at 6:30 am
By Carolyn Davenport,
2,700 words.
Cinnamon loved him too, even if it was in an unconventional way. As she considered the situation closely, leaving her behind might be more difficult for Steve to do than splitting up with his wife. After all it was Cinnamon who had been in his life the longest. She was with him when he moved into his latest apartment in Ravenswood Manor and also when he split up with his last three serious girlfriends. When Northwestern University called to inform Steve that his English literature thesis had been accepted for PhD candidacy, she was the first to witness his elation. Only she knew just how tickled and amazed he had been to discover that his topic, “Comparative Language Patterns: Elizabethan Poetry Versus Twentieth Century Seattle Grunge Lyrics” wasn’t considered bullshit after all.
What’s more, she knew just how predictable Steve’s daily routine could be. He would be up at five; their run was over by six; he was in and out of the shower by seven and out the door to the brown line train by eight. And, without fail, he would return by seven every evening.
His food choices were very peculiar as well. For instance he was the only person she knew who liked to eat his Frosted Flakes cereal first and then chase down the bowl’s contents with a glass of cold milk. If his cereal became soggy, he would freak out and flush it down the toilet immediately. Essentially a vegetarian he loved garden salads – plain without dressing, and would only eat the skin off of fried chicken and perch fish. Macaroni and cheese always was a welcomed menu selection on any night. He abhorred any of his food touching on a plate for fear that the juices of one dish might contaminate another. The good news for Cinnamon was at least she could always count on Steve to prepare her meals correctly and on time. .....
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