Today I’m taking part in author Rachael Richey’s Blog Battle Creative Writing Challenge: http://rachaelritchey.com/2015/06/30/blogbattle-week-16-spaghetti-entries-voting/
The challenge word this week is spaghetti. Ah this conjures up messy eating habits, and trips to Rome, well in my mind it does anyway!
The rules and details of joining in this blog battle are at the end of this post.
Here’s my entry. It’s about Spag and Hetti, twin pieces of spaghetti who are made out of the same piece of pasta but are very, very different!
The Spag and Hetti Twins
“Hey Spag what you think about those diners last night talking about punting in Cambridge?’ asked Hetti.
“You won’t catch me a punting Hetti I’m too bendy, I’d be all over the place, toppling those fine people into mucky water. I ain’t no punting pasta,” replied Spag.
“Yeah, you said it! And you’d be messing up the punt with your tomato sauce, me brother.”
“I’m not a messy punter, don’t get all posh Fettucine, Rigatoni on me,” said Spag with a chuckle.
Hetti looked at his brother and smiled. Spag had always been a straight up spaghetti boy, served with Mama’s fine Italian sauce whereas Hetti preferred to be shaped into something different, moulded into a new style. Hetti had ambitions. He wanted to grace the finest Italian restaurants and be served all round the world.
“Hey Hetti you remember that time we were the centre piece in a messy party?”
“Yeah how could I ever forget! That’s ingrained in my pasta memory me brother.” Hetti winced. “The pasta sauce was all over their faces, dribbling down their mucky chins. It was everywhere.” replied Hetti.
“Yeah. The kids were cracking up, giggling non-stop. Then their mama she laughed so much she started clutching her chest. I thought she was going to have a heart attack,” said Spag talking faster and faster as if his pasta sauce was about to boil over.
Hetti put on his disapproving face. Spag knew that tell-tale look so well.
“Sometimes I think people are kind of silly, laughing so much, why can’t they eat pasta properly? They don’t have a clue, they got no pasta etiquette.”
“Hey stop being such a stuck up kill joy Hetti, they were just having a laugh. Those moments are the best, real family times, rare, just natural like, no TV, no outside stuff just being together sharing moments. Those are the memories they’ll remember when the kids are long gone and all grown up. They’re precious those special times.”
“You’re such a big softy Spag, no wonder your pasta’s prone to being soggy,” said Hetti playfully punching his brother in the tummy.
“Huh, just because you’re always so Al Dente, Hetti. Why you got to be so perfect? Sometimes it gets on my nerves. For pasta’s sake Hetti just let your hair down.”
“You’re telling me to let my hair down, that’s rich. You’ve got to stop being a mummy’s boy Spag. Don’t you want to explore, see the world?” asked Hetti looking at his brother curiously.
Spag raised his voice slightly, his pasta adam’s apple wobbling as he spoke. “I see and hear all I gonna see and hear every day in Mama’s restaurant. This is the best, nothing like it. Nowhere else compares. ”
“Huh, Mama’s restaurant, you and I we may be twins cut from the same piece of pasta but I just don’t understand you. When the nurse cut our spaghetti cord she did me a big favour, she made sure that I was the more handsome longer half, me brother.”
“More handsome longer half. What a cheek! Hetti don’t you go a winding me up, twist me around your annoying fork I’m not playing that game me brother.”
“You play the Spaghetti game every day Spag, you’re all meat balls, and tomato sauce you are. Where’s your imagination? Why you not come with me? Try something different, go somewhere different. It’ll be a blast. Let’s go exploring.”
“Where you going Hetti?” asked Spag raising an inquisitive eyebrow.
“I’m going to Italy me brother to the finest city, Rome. There we can learn all about the finest pasta, culture and history. ”
“How are you going to get to Rome, this cultural oasis Hetti?” asked Spag looking at his brother’s legs. “Those bendy legs won’t carry you further than your next serving plate, you’ll need crutches, better still a wheelchair. If you’re not careful they’ll feed your sorry ass to the lions in the Colloseum.”
“Ha Ha. Stop looking at me legs. I can’t help it if they’re long and thin. Anyway I’ll show you Hetti, we’ll get there you’ll see.”
“How me brother? On a helicopter, a speed boat, a jet ski, or what about one of them posh cruise ships? That sounds more your style, or maybe you’re thinking of a flight on a pasta passport? You got your passport photo yet? That I got to see!”
Hetti laughed. His long thin pasta body wiggled. “I’ll find a way Spag. I always find a way, it’s a long challenging piece of pasta to get there but I’ll get there in the end.”
“Yeah, I can just see it now Boomerang Airlines, twirl your pasta around the boomerang and you might go as far as Australia, return trip the same day.”
“Ha Ha very funny. I’ll surprise you, you’ll see. I’m the final bite ain’t I?” said Hetti standing up taller, stretching to his full height.
“That you are me brother, that you are. I tell you what, you’re me brother and I love you like we’re the same piece of pasta so if you can get to Rome I’m a coming with you. I’ve heard all about Rome, the Colloseum, The Pantheum, The Spanish Steps, The Trevi fountain.
“The beautiful Italian ladies!”
Spag sighed. Hetti sighed.
“I knew it. Never mind about family love. The ladies. Now, you want to come with me brother!”
Hetti inspected Spag as if he was searching for some magical secret ingredient. “You may be a bit on the small side but the ladies love you. I never figured that out me brother! How come? What you got that I lack?”
“You know the saying, size don’t matter. It’s me charm.”
Hetti grinned. “Yeah, and all of those lovely ladies they always smile real wistful like when they finish a plate of your finest Spag, you pasta devil, Spag!”
© Marjorie Mallon 2015 – aka, Kyrosmagica.
Words good or bad, are my very own!
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DE-light-ful read! 😀 😀 A fun story.
Thank you so much! It was such fun to write took my mind off the chaos in our house we’ve got builders in!
Construction is chaos in it’s truest form. I turn into a beast with the uproar. Wish you luck. <3
Thanks! Yes, a beast! A chaos beast!
A fun story! And I really liked all of the photos you added. 🙂
Thanks so much, I enjoyed writing this, it’s fun sometimes to play with words and see what you can come up with, and I love taking photos too. 🙂
Amusing. 🙂 I like the idea of bits of spaghetti travelling the world.
Thank you, yes I love travel and eating so no surprise that these two themes crept into this little story. The bit about getting covered in spaghetti actually happened to me and my girls, we were in stitches. Happy days.
Mm m, great story, how I wish I could Go to Italy with your pasta, lol.
Thanks! So glad you liked it. 🙂
You’re welcome!!! 🙂
What a fun story, Marjma! 🙂 I’m so glad you joined the battle. 🙂
Thanks Rachael. It was fun writing, nice to do something a bit different. Marje.:)
Glad to hear it! 🙂