Meanwhile on a sofa: "Crispy onion Parmesan chips." "These are fantastic, I want more." "It's the right #mélange of ingredients." "God I love you. I wish I could marry you." "This would be weird, you're my brother." "With these chips, who cares?"
I was created, or designed with an unforgiving mind governed by strict rules offering little to no leeway for outliers. Because of this, the mélange of compassionate souls on social media compel me to temper my public responses.
Nora and Bob sit close, a half‑empty box between them. They reach at the same moment, fingers brushing as the macaron breaks. They share the pieces, the #mélange is densely sweet. Marvin Gaye's music drifts through the room while they eat and just listen.
As she got near enough to track him he entered a salon. That was surprising, but not as surprising as the brown pit bull he left outside. In contrast to the ruthlessly violent Redcloak, the dog was very relaxed, making the two of them quite the odd #mélange. #vss365#writing
She was hard to place; people didn't know which slot to put her in, in their minds. She didn't fit.
They'd called her many things, but #mélange was new. She didn't like it. It sounded too shapeless, like blancmange, something that could be squeezed to fit in anywhere, oozing through gaps.
Definition: A mélange is a varied mixture or medley; a diverse, sometimes incongruous assortment of people, ideas, or things. Frank Herbert used mélange to represent "spice" in his Dune novels.
Song: Dune II Main Theme (Original Soundtrack) - Hans Zimmer