Wednesday, 1 December 2010

Kissing the Pavement

Samantha bit into her pasta, spicy pepper cappelletti. Steam escaped scalding the inside of her mouth. She spat. Then squealed. The offending half-chewed, mangled piece of pasta flew through the air and landed softly in the hollandaise sauce of her dates’ Eggs Benedict. Samantha groaned. Hung her head in her hands. Attempted to hide her shame, as she babbled helplessly....
If you would like to read how the rest of this short story goes you will find it @ Ether books

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