55 on Friday

So here we are again at the time for Flash Fiction as decreed by Susie. The idea is to write exactly 55 words that have a distinguishable character and a plot. I asked for some suggestions earlier this week and they were all so good, or at least challenging, that I wrote 55 for everyone, except Doug who merely asked me to include his idea with Lime's, so I did. Hope you all can find something to enjoy.

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Damasta
A smile of satisfaction spread across her face. She had it, she finally had the recipe. Glancing around surreptitiously she quickly saved the document to a file, e-mailed it to herself then deleted any record of it. The Macaroni and Cheese Dinner formula was hers, and she would expose the toxic ingredients to the world!

For Sar
Two curly heads leaned close together across a table. It was the only way to converse over the surrounding din. The laughter belied their very serious purpose. The largest, most elaborate, fluffiest, fruitiest alcoholic concoctions on the menu would make their way to this table tonight. The hunt for the perfect bitch pop was on!

For Lime and Doug
"...so it isn't Arminianism versus Calvinism, but rather dispensationalism versus covenantalism, and I definitely have a problem with Federalism." she said. "Also, to backtrack, I cannot even seriously consider the supralapsarian view. Infralapsarianism is far more consistent."
"You lost me at 'What hermeneutical principles are you using to justify your eschatology' " he said blankly. For Blither
I step away from the edge of the waterfall avoiding slippery spots then climb up. I look east, the mountains aren't out today. Realizing the time I check for traffic and take Occidental to the coffee shop. It is a glorious day, warm with bright grey skies, a perfect Seattle day to meet a friend.

For Candace
Quickly she tossed soap, toothbrush and towel in the canvas tote. The invitation to her friend's houseboat was last minute but welcome. She set her bag and sandals on the porch and locked the door. As it latched she remembered her keys were inside. Turning she saw there was only one shoe by her tote.

For the idiot
Leaning forward, he said,

"So we flew to Switzerland where we could test the theory."
His lovely young companion asked

"You couldn't just use a bubble chamber?"
He laughed and patted her knee

"No, my dear. That is really just for particle detection."
She scooted closer,

"Now," she said breathlessly, "Tell me about the quarks."