Love:
She tries to breathe through the smoke. Another chicken burnt to the bones.
Damn, she should’ve learnt to cook from her mother.
She opens the window to let out the smoke - he’s going to be home any minute.
He smells the smoke, and smiles, “I’m too tired to eat, let’s just watch TV, ok?”
Anti Love:
She makes another one of her mother’s speciality recipes.
It smells good – so what if it’s taken over two hours of her time?
Table laid, she waits for him to walk in– any minute now.
He slams the door shut.
Walks into the bedroom saying, “I’m too tired to eat, im just gonna watch TV.”
8 comments:
NICE...Very very nice
noojes
I liked if very much...and darn I hated not being able to chat the other night.
maybe sometime soon.
Very nice :-)
yes but you forget the bit in anti-love where she screams and yells on how shes NEVER going to cook for him again and he can just fucking eat ready-made meals from now on and then slams the bathroom door and sulks for a week until he grovels the appropriate amount to placate her.
ah beautifully crisp and so complete!
im getting adicted to 55 fiction. im afraid i'll make me lose my job!
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like the anti-love more. isn't that a bit morbid of me?
thank you kindly to nooje, jerry, ghost and haati..
happy - i'm more morbid for writing it no?
scritch - that would be wayyyy more than 55 words :)
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