#microstories

Eating social media

She opens the door with one hand and gives her friend the glass full of wine with the other

“Come in, sit down, try to be quiet”

“As if!” her friend takes two big gulps, throws her bag onto the only free space on the couch and wanders over to the kitchen. “What are you doing?”

“Cooking”

“No no. What are you doing? What’s the story? Why aren’t you set up to film”

“I’m cooking, see”, the knife is waved vaguely in the air and then returns to the board and the waiting vegetables.

“Well yeah I can see that, but what are you filming?”

“I’m not”.

Silence.

“I’m not,” more firmly. “I’m cooking and then eating.”

Her friend looks about in panic, no phone in sight. “I don’t know if you are being radical or retro or psycho but I am here for it. I will film you!”

“No please don’t”.

“No no, you don’t get it. Me filming you not filming while you cook is perfect.”

“And then?”

“And then we go out to eat and film that too.”