This story was originally written as a "no exposition" exercise at Clarion West. I wrote eight stories at Clarion and so far four of them have sold, two are trunked, and two still await revision and submission.
After the film we went out to the "cart pod" at 12th and Hawthorne for dinner. Portland is apparently an epicenter of food cart cuisine right now. The "hawker centers" were something I really loved about Singapore, and we really wanted to try this "cart pod," which doesn't open until 8pm and runs until 3am. For my main course I had poutine at Potato Champion, which wasn't as good as the poutine we had at Frites Alors in Montreal (too much pepper in the gravy, I thought, though the base fries were quite nice). It did not come with a side of statins, though it should have. I considered destroying any remaining fragments of healthiness with a fried pie from Whiffie's for dessert, but sanity prevailed and I just had a few bites of Kate's chocolate-and-pear crepe from Perierra Creperie. The crepes were the real winner of the evening; several in the party had one and they were all fabulous. Will go again, I'm sure.
Tomorrow, we hit the gym first thing.