Exercise in style 23 |
The night tasted like no other.
For starters - a chilled soup with
something minty – inappropriate for the occasion.
Following that – the crisp crunch of an
iceberg lettuce and a first sip of chilled Chablis.
The man licked his lips.
The anticipation of the main course set his
pulse racing.
Would it be spicy?
Or, something traditional?
The roses he had picked were fresh, no
dressing and served with no accompaniment.
The leftovers stayed where he fell.
There was no dessert.
Just a bitter after taste.
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