Out of bounds

She struts, I gawk, every detail reaching my saucer sized eyes. Every smell titillating, stimulating my loins. I blink, swallow, shake my head and sigh. This is a dish I can’t taste.

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The Wedding Advert

The bride gasped and gripped the groom’s arm, whose brows were creased in a frown as he watched the middle aged man walk down the aisle leisurely. The bride’s mother was crying softly in the front pew and muttering about her enemies making a mockery of her on her happiest day. Everybody waited for the…

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Last Meal

It is his last meal. He doesn’t know. He stares wide eyed at the large bowl filled with semovita, his favorite dish and the plate of banga soup with an assortment of meat. Saliva pools in his mouth and threatens to overflow. His throat bobs as he swallows. Minutes later, beads of sweat grace his…

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