Primi: pasta in a white sauce. Secondi: sausages and salad. Dessert: local prickly pear. The pears had been blanched, peeled, presented in their own split skins. The plated fruits resembled tiny human hearts in green shells. From afar, they could’ve been actual flowers, but up close, they were disturbingly anatomical.
At the end of the meal, the woman at the end of the table discovered that the wine taken in conjunction with the pear produced a certain fizzle on the tongue that echoed into the throat. She passed the remaining Shiraz and coaxed her many lunch mates into trying the experiment.
Splendid writing. Your story stopped me and had me simply sitting and thinking about the moment you describe.
Thanks, Tom!
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Excellent writing and I enjoyed it 🙂
Thanks so much, Lisa!
I must be dense. I don’t understand the story. Maybe there is something implied I just can’t grasp. ? 🙁
Hi, Clueless. The “story” is more of a moment, but it does have a kind of narrative arc: a very short one. Hehe. Thanks for reading & commenting. 🙂