I’m participating in the 2016 A to Z Blogging Challenge. My theme: Six-Sentence Stories. Hemingway is credited with introducing six-word stories (“For sale. Baby shoes. Never worn.”) and since I can’t steal his idea, I’m taking the easier road with six-sentence stories. That said, it’s a much tougher road than I’d initially thought.
Day 5. Comes forth, E.
Sosuke Tanaka’s license said he understood the intricacies of preparing pufferfish: overcooked and you lose the taste, undercooked and you retain the poison. Two years of training and a rigorous test and now he prepared the tiger puffer in front of him for the man in the tan jacket, patches on the elbow, sitting at table 12.
He recognized the victim, sorry, customer at table 12 as J. Worthington Webster, editor at CollinHarpers. Tanaka, not one to forget a face or a name, had submitted his flawless cookbook manuscript to Webster six years ago and received a one-sentence rejection: “Didn’t make it past the appetizer.”
Took him six years, but Tanaka finally uttered his reply, albeit under his breath. “This time, Mr. Webster, you won’t make it to dessert.”
Writer’s Note: Not much time for backstory in six sentences, so quick lesson in pufferfish. Called fugu in Japan, it’s a highly prized dish there and you do have to be specially trained and licensed like Mr. Tanaka in today’s story to serve it. Despite that training, government figures in Japan say there were 338 cases of fugu poison cases between 2000 and 2009, 23 of which resulted in death. No word on whether Mr. Webster, above, was around to enjoy dessert, but he certainly wouldn’t get much help from yesterday’s dietitian!