Brie

“So… Brie, right?”

I swung my head and stared at him incredulously. “No. Camembert.”

He looked at me with a ferocity I’ve never quite seen before. “Brie,” he breathed, his voice dropping to a menacing tone. “We’re getting Brie.”

I turned away completely from the cheese display to see that he too was facing me. I knew then that this was going to be quite the showdown; I had to stand my ground.

“Camembert,” I said behind gritted teeth.

“Brie,” he hissed.

“We had Brie last week! We’re getting Camembert this time.”

“No, we didn’t. You can’t fool me. I precisely remember how we got Camembert last week.”

Our eyes were locked as our hands slowly moved to the only thing that would determine this draw: a ready wallet that could pay for the household’s cheese of the week first.

We continued glaring at each other as we grabbed at our pockets – only to be knocked back by a girl with long, curly hair who passed between us. We staggered for a bit as we heard a familiar, lilting voice say pleasantly, “Gorgonzola please!”

Our eyes lit up in surprise and we both immediately ran to the long-haired girl.

“Kim, NO. Please, not Gorgonzola!”

“Not fucking Gorgonzola again, Kim.”

Our sister silenced us both with a raise of her hand, then a knowing smile. “You two should really spend more time actually buying things than staring each other down. You look like such weirdos.” She shook her head. “And Gorgonzola is the best, my dear brothers.”

The man at the counter handed us the paper bag that contained the dreaded cheese our sister loved, and she grinned back at us as she took it triumphantly.

Groaning, we followed her back home, defeated.

–

For Brie.

–

Image source: deviantart.com/fearoftheblackwolf/art/Brie-Cheese-627668043
First written April 9, 2018.
#184