The Fifteen Minute Novel is a novel written fifteen minutes at a time with each week day’s section starting with the sentence from the previous day. At least it is attempting to be a novel. For now I am just aiming at one continuous story, worked on for fifteen minutes each day. Started Friday January 1st, 2021 (in case you want to search for the beginning. I can’t wait to see where it ends up. It could be good, or it could be a mess. We’ll have to see. For now, here is today’s fifteen minutes.
Day 181: James went to the kitchen to see if there was anything he could pull together for dinner without too much effort.
James went to the kitchen to see if there was anything he could pull together for dinner without too much effort. In the kitchen he looked at the offerings he had available. As it was later than his usual dinner time, James decided a bowl of cereal would do just fine.
He poured himself some cereal and doused it with milk. He took out a spoon and went to the kitchen table. As he ate, he took out the two pairs of swim trunks and removed all of the tags. As he did so he remembered his mother’s admonition that all clothing must be washed before it is worn the first time. One of her phobias had always been that while in transit somewhere an insect of some sort would lay it’s eggs in the fabric and then body heat would cause the eggs to spontaneously hatch and then swarm her as though it were a bad horror movie. James wasn’t certain what type of insect it was Argentinian Jumping death bugs, Lithuanian devil swarms, but she lived in horror of this scenario.
As James ate, he tried to picture the other club members watching insect life explode from his swim trunks. He didn’t think it was the best first impression, no matter how unlikely the scenario. He left the goggles where they were and gathered the swim trunks. He took them upstairs and then gathered what few clothing and used bathroom towels he had to make up at least one small load. He let the laundry go and then returned to finish his cereal.
After rinsing out his bowl, James began making his lunch for the next day. As he assembled his sandwich, James looked over the other items he picked up from the grocery store. He purchased them with an eye to actually eating something other than frozen meals. He knew this meant cooking of some sort was eminent. He made certain to choose things that required minimal cooking, but there would still be some effort involved. Thus far he managed to avoid it.
‘But the cereal won’t last forever and I can’t do take out every night,’ He thought. James finished making his lunch and set it into the top shelf of the fridge, ready to grab when he left the house.
“Right,” he told the empty kitchen. “Tomorrow I’ll attempt to boil the spaghetti. I can heat the sauce in the microwave and it will be very easy.” James nodded to himself and left the kitchen. Hopefully by declaring what the following day’s meal would be, he would have time to prep himself and convince himself to make the spaghetti when he got home.
“It is worth a shot anyway,” James said. The laundry still had a while to go so James sat down on the couch to watch another couple of episodes of the show his coworkers were currently obsessed with. It wasn’t bad. It just wasn’t something he would normally watch on his own. Still, James remembered lunch and the fact that he was planning on ducking out of the Friday happy hour. He didn’t think he needed to become best friends with his coworkers, but he needed a good working relationship. He hoped bonding over television would do the trick.
After the first episode he took a break and transferred his clothes from the washer to the dryer. While the show wasn’t one he would have chosen on his own, he had to admit the story line was starting to catch him. After moving the clothes, he went back downstairs to start another episode.