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Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Fried Chicken and Love

"Bad table manners have destroyed more marriages than infidelity," she reminded him.
He stood for a dramatic response.
"How dare you. We are having chicken. Fried Chicken! You set me up for failure." He sat back down after raising his unused fork towards the kitchen, and than pointing it at his heart.
He went back to devouring the bird with his hands like a buzzard would a carcass only a lonely dark stretch of cold paved highway.
She hated him.