Farm-to-Table
Kathy admired his dating-app profile: “Farm-to-table, eh?” she texted, flirting. “My lifestyle,” he rejoined. “Dinner’s on me?” She arrived hungry. He opened the door, beaming. … Read More
Kathy admired his dating-app profile: “Farm-to-table, eh?” she texted, flirting. “My lifestyle,” he rejoined. “Dinner’s on me?” She arrived hungry. He opened the door, beaming. … Read More
He savored every bite–fried chicken, mashed potatoes, cherry pie. The guards watched silently. He licked his fingers, smiled. “Tastes like freedom,” he said. They didn’t… Read More
Each morning Harold stood at the red mailbox in a gray suit, breath held like a final note. Thirty-two years ago she had promised him… Read More
He murmured “chef’s kiss” and leaned in close. She tilted her head. He kissed the duck confit. Ardently. She froze, stunned. “Sublime rendering,” he sighed.… Read More
She bloomed in a crack of concrete, defiantly. Commuters passed, blind to her grace, but one man paused. He knelt, wept, and whispered her name–forgotten… Read More
Cookie-jarring is the romantic strategy of keeping one poor fool on standby while you binge on others. It’s like emotional meal prepping–except instead of Tupperware,… Read More
She bakes one special pastry with care—cinnamon, apples, and arsenic. At the reunion, Eric alone has that one, still laughing about prom night, unaware she… Read More