Hello dear readers. Today’s story started off in a slightly different situation, and over some editing wound up where it is now. As a result, the theme is kind of more “dining” than “cooking”, but that prompt still played a role. Anyhoodle, I hope you enjoy it, and as always, any comments are much appreciated.
Other contributions for Day 23 can be found here.
Day 1 can be found here.
The sound of knives scraping against plates seemed painfully loud. Kylie looked up, tried to meet his eyes; he remained unresponsive.
“Dad, could you please pass the salt?” she asked quietly. Her father did not move, did not react at all to his child’s pleading tone. Beside him, Kylie’s mother delicately dabbed at her lips with a napkin.
Silence, but for the damnable clinking of their cutlery.
Kylie’s eyes flooded with tears as she smoothed a hand over her blooming belly, felt the life kicking within her. The saltiness of her sorrow ran over her lips and she whispered, “Never mind.”
- Love The Bad Guy