He touched her hand while reaching for the salt. The moment bloomed. Sweat behind knees, breath like static. Not love, not even want. Just hunger disguised as recognition. She thought of myth, of moths drawn to flame, of consequences uninvited. The salt stay between them, granular and innocent. Neither spoke.
“Careful, Hon, that plate’s hot,” the waitress said. “Not as hot as I am,” he snickered. His wife rolled her eyes. “What, you don’t think I’m hot?” “Your brother’s hotter.” “Can I get youse anything else?” the waitress asked. “A towel,” he replied, tossing his drink into his wife’s face.
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Postmodern philosophy is the mycelium from which the toxic fungi of skepticism, sarcasm, deconstructionism, ironic politeness, and self-aware apologies emerge. These are nourished by a distrust of grand narratives and a single-minded pursuit of power in human interactions. Postmodernism has also been described as modernism with the cheerfulness taken… Read More