Issue 15
Whim
Cecelia Hitte
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Cheese Plates
Because of her job at the D-Luxe, Willa Hammer couldn't linger after class
to ask Professor Giacomo about Mondrian.
She walked into the bar at exactly two and tossed her bookbag into the
storeroom. Then she saw the note by the cash register. The flu? She glanced
out the window. The sky was as blue as a China bowl. Michael, the bar
manager, would be nursing his flu in a kayak on the Buffalo.
"Hey baby, bring me a cheese plate and a Coors, would ya?"
Damn that Michael, no cheese plates ready.
She set a white plate on the counter. The yellow sliver of jack next to the
orange square of cheddar; no, two cheddars -- one on each side of the jack.
Willa cut a blue-tinged moon of gorgonzola with a bar glass. A white
triangle of mozzarella in the lower right hand corner. She stepped back to
admire her work.
"Willa, where's my order?"
"Just a sec, Bill."
She picked up a toothpick, and etched the letters WH on the smooth surface
of the mozzarella.
~Cecelia Hitte
Cecelia Hitte is a graduate student in anthropology at Binghamton
University. She grew up on a farm in Susquehanna County, Pennsylvania. Email.
© 2004 by Cecelia Hitte. All Rights Reserved.
© Copyright 2004 by Cayuse Press. All Rights Reserved.