Continued from Group Therapy…
We meet in the café on the riverfront. He devours his slice of apple pie, and I am tempted to lick the crumbs from the corner of his mouth.
“I was driving,” he recounts, “left without a scratch.”
“Do you ever want another?” I think about my husband, away on business. We’ve been married ten years and I still know not what he does.
He stares, then nods.
“Come home with me.”
My bed is so cold.
word count: 77
Up Next: Part 3 – Empty Mansion
—Nortina
The challenge is to blog every other day June 17 through June 30, using the theme or prompts as inspiration.
The theme is seven, so I’m posting a series of seven stories at seventy-seven words each. Each day also has a prompt based on a famous book title, and while I’ve unfortunately never read any of the books listed, I think I can work with the funny play on words.
Today’s prompt is: Life of Pie
So I hope you enjoyed this quick short-short, and be sure to come back on Wednesday for the continuation!
Lovely Curses 
I was so wrong. I want crumbs too now. More. Just more.
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Tale is brewing pretty well – keen to know the end!!
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This is being built beautifully. Why do I feel a massive twist is just around the corner? Well written. Cheers
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So many intense emotions! Loved reading it
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Such a strong sense of desperation and situation in only 77 words. Great piece.
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I love how she was tempted to lick the crumbs away…speaks to her starvation for more than food.
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Yes! Yes! 🙂
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