Onions, sheep, burnt grease: opposite to the smells of home, where the air is thick with expensive perfume and silverware polish.
Sunk low in the leather seats of her Porsche, she takes a lustful bite from the spicy lamb kebab. The warm sauce covers her chin. Ketchup gushes down her face.
In seconds, the rivulet reaches the cameo clasped about her neck.
She uses the sleeve of her delicate lace shirt to purge the massacre.
She imagines the perplexed look on her mother-in-law’s face when she’s shown the stain.
The future is written on a cuff.
Precisely what she’s aiming for.
Ha ha this is awesome.
Thank you, Vibha. Glad that you enjoyed it
I love it.
Thank you!
Very nice. It’s the minute details that tell a larger story.
Lots of great imagery, a twist ending, and a miniature study in human nature. A solid Winner!
Wow, thank you!