Tagged: Food (993)

T 3938

By Arjun Basu | Published: May 26, 2011

She had a spot of mustard on her chin and he wanted to lick it off but that might be awkward. He knew this. But maybe that’s what was needed

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T 3934

By Arjun Basu | Published: May 19, 2011

The young king ate all sorts of animals and parts and pieces and still he wasn’t satisfied. I could eat a horse, the king sighed. And he did.

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T 3925

By Arjun Basu | Published: May 19, 2011

He loved things that were bad for him. Like butter and skydiving and cigarettes. Then he met his daughter’s best friend. I love you, he said.

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T 3919

By Arjun Basu | Published: May 14, 2011

The coffee is awful and she admits she’s laced it with soy sauce. He wants these tests of his devotion to end. But he also needs to get laid.

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T 3918

By Arjun Basu | Published: May 14, 2011

The meal ends. And she gets wistful, a sadness from some place deep inside, and he asks what’s wrong and she thinks, I’ll miss your cooking.

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T 3913

By Arjun Basu | Published: May 14, 2011

And she raises her glass and says, To the chef, and she looks for her husband but he’s in the bathroom and he’s not coming out any time soon.

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T 3912

By Arjun Basu | Published: May 14, 2011

They arrived and surveyed the scene, the implied mayhem of upturned furniture. Half-eaten donuts on the floor. I’m going to cry, a cop said.

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T 3911

By Arjun Basu | Published: May 14, 2011

He brings her some cake. I’m not in the mood, she says. Don’t judge, he replies. She pushes it away. But it’s lemon, he says. And she smiles.

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T 3907

By Arjun Basu | Published: May 14, 2011

My plate is clean. I was hungry. The waitress says, Good job, and the glow from this validation lights up the room. Oh please, my wife says.

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T 3896

By Arjun Basu | Published: May 14, 2011

The onions lie scattered on the floor. He’s yelling and flailing about, but the video on her laptop is too compelling. So he bleeds to death.

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