Spaghetti – a 100 Word Story

storytime.pngThere’s no audio this week, simply because I didn’t get the story written until too late. It’d been living in my head for a while, though, and deserved to be out there.

I wrote something else nice.

Her grip squeezed my fingers together.

The neon red sign flashed “It’s Italian!”, lighting the alley. The boxes sat out behind the restaurant, a red check tablecloth over the tallest. A heaping mound of spaghetti steamed on the plate, a large meatball right on top. I hadn’t decided yet if I would push it with my nose. The noodles were long enough that we could slurp our way to a kiss.

Her favorite scene from her favorite movie.

I hadn’t thought about summertime insects or the dumpster’s rank aroma.

“Crap, baby, I’m sorry-“

She turned, eyes bright, and kissed me.

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