Lunch Rendezvous

By Derrick Fernie

Looking at the picture before him, he felt the anticipation was almost too much. He longed to hold the object of his desire; his lips would caress, perhaps give a tentative nibble, not quite a bite at first, just enough to tease. His ‘thoughts’ were almost pornographic. He fantasized about their upcoming meeting.

His boss, a good man, would not understand if he left work early, no matter the reason. He watched the wall clock with bated breath as the hands struck twelve noon. He rushed out of the building and into McDonald’s almost shouting, “Big Mac, hold the pickle, please!”