Wednesday, 3 August 2016

Some Are, Some Aren't 3

The restaurant is empty, i am the first to arrive.

I order oysters.

I am alone; there are four on the plate.

My wife is allergic to oysters, they paralyse her.

But she is somewhere else right now.

I feel a little guilty.

Also worried.

It is the first time, maybe they will kill me.

So i have ordered cooked oysters.

I think it might be safer.

I feel a bit weird now that i have finished them.

Light headed.

Other worldly.

But it might just be the muscat and white wine.

I'll let you know.

next time i'm having the Lobster.

But only if you come too.

a/b (in a sa/sa) 109

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