The task: Write a brief scene in any genre, and at some point during the scene, launch into an inexplicable nonfiction explanatory passage.
The bathroom smelt just like her. He surveyed the wrinkled Ikea shower curtain, the bottles and jars, the stain where the tap dripped. He looked at the underwear tossed in the basket, and the sight of it made him tremble; he wanted to touch it.
“You ready?” Kate’s voice came from just outside the door.
“Uh, yeah. Almost done.” He squeezed a dollop of Crest onto his finger and rubbed it over his teeth, then reached over and flushed the toilet.
She was on the bed when he emerged; a plain cotton sheet covered her lower half. His eyes fell straight to her breasts, full and firm, the nipples bigger and darker than he had expected.
Kate arched her eyebrows. He pulled off his T-shirt and shucked off his underpants.
“My, you are ready,” she said, and pulled the sheet away. He was transfixed for a moment by the dark shock between her legs. A brief wave of panic flicked at his stomach.
“I-- I don’t... Do you have, uh, protection?”
She gave him a look. “Sure, I always keep this baseball bat handy . . . ”
“No, I mean--”
“I know what you mean.” She reached into her side-table drawer. “Here.” She held the foil square between her thumb and forefinger. “America’s number one brand; four times the market share of Durex. You know, Trojans have been around since 1920 when they were first manufactured by Young’s Rubber, which later became Young’s Drug Products Corporation before being absorbed by Carter-Wallace Incorporated in 1985. Carter-Wallace sold their consumer products lines to Church and Dwight in 2001, putting Trojan alongside staples like Brillo, and Arm and Hammer. Then, in February 1987, Trojan-- Jesus! What did you--?”
“I-- I’m so sorry. I’m a bit of a history nut . . . I--”
“Here. Use this Kleenex -- a registered trademark of Kimberly-Clark Worldwide Incorporated . . . ”