Lemons On Friday Novels & Stories

The day goes relatively quickly, which is a surprise in itself because it's Friday and usually the lessons today feel a week long each, but the next thing I know, the final bell is ringing and we're free for the weekend. "Kim, hey, Kim, wait up." The red sweating face of Leila Hardy comes bundling into my view and she bends over, panting while she gets her breath back and holding her hand up to keep me here. "Is there any chance you can do my shift tonight? I've asked the others and no one will because it's Friday night and they all want to go out. I would owe you so, so much, it's just my family's going out to visit my great gran because it's her ninetieth."

I felt a rush of empathy for Felix and what he had to deal with. Felix ignored his brother and announced to the table, “Now presenting prickly pear and lemon pies from Samara’s Place! I’m so excited for you all to try this one. It’s been one of my favorite things I’ve tried recently. He made eye contact with me and smiled widely. Despite my humiliation and despair, my heart fluttered. Traitorous heart. “Actually,” Samara cut in, “We are serving our lemon pies with lime zest today.”

It’s to my own stupid brave self for not pretending I was fine this morning. My phone buzzes once more as if the world appreciates the gratitude and wants to make sure I heard it. Remy: PS—June asked if lemon bars counted as medicine. I told her the Council decreed yes. I snort out a laugh and type back with my eyes half-shut. Me: Then I’m taking my second dose. Doctor’s orders. Remy: Attagirl.

“On a Friday evening? Do tell, Leon. Has one of your obscure Nordic black metal bands finally made it to London?” “No! No, not me. I’m free. Completely free. A blank slate. A void of availability.” Leon was digging the grave deeper with a backhoe. “It’s just… I heard… The restaurant scene is very booked. On Fridays. In general. Not any specific restaurant. Just… the concept of restaurants. On Fridays.” The room had gone utterly silent. Every analyst was now pretending furiously to type, their ears practically vibrating.

Oliver is watching me as I place bacon and eggs on another plate. “Let me help you.” Oliver transfers the plates to the trolley, opens the fridge, and takes a pitcher of water and lemon. He slices the lemon into thin strips and drops the slices in the water. “And since you’re officially his private chef, and this is not listed on the schedule, give him this every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. He works out after breakfast, and today is Friday.” “Work out?” I frown, confused. “Oh, of course. He has his gym in this house. I’m so silly.”

1. Fridays Are The Best Eve rolled out of bed with a growl. It's Friday, it's the Friday before her graduation from high school and it's also the first Friday of being legal. Being 18 and old enough to be able to do anything she wants, well almost anything she wants. But the best part of this Friday, the best part of this Friday over all the other Fridays she has had is that today her big brother is coming home.

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After all it was a Friday, he might as well- "We are waiting for one of mommies friend." Della replied suddenly waving her hand at someone. Leo then turned his head to look at the man who was approaching their both. Della had a wide smile clearly excited and happy. Leo watched the exchange as his mother stood up to hug the man who had a strong built and wore casual jeans and a NYC t-shirt. Leo cringed as he sat down next to his mother in their booth. "You must be Leo-" The man said giving the young boy a smile.

“That’s why we’re here, right?” “Oh, and before we start…” Aaron said, voice casual but laced with something darker. Leon turned toward him, eyebrows raised in suspicion. “What?” Aaron leaned in slightly, close enough that Leon could smell the faint trace of his cologne mixed with the warm scent of his skin. “We’re going to a party. This Friday. Warehouse downtown. Masks, no phones, the whole anonymous vibe. You’re coming with me.” Leon’s stomach dropped. He opened his mouth immediately. “No. Absolutely not. I’m not—”

"She was just here, she just can't be gone" Present day. My phone buzzes getting me out of my thoughts. I check my phone, i have alerts i check the messages from Leila to make sure everything is okay. She has sent pictures of her painted toe nails and fingernails. She has a french manicure. I send her a private message Jordan : you know what those pretty fingers would look great wrapped around? She responds with an eggplant emoji. Jordan: i was going to say a glass of wine but that works too