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| Copyright: Mary Gail Stratford |
I was bored of staying alone in my little apartment. I
decided to go to the Chinese Restaurant down the street for dinner. My troubles
started when the waiter brought the noodles that I had ordered. I’d to eat with
chopsticks, not a fork and I was terrible at it. I’d already spilled a lot of
it on my dress and as I was trying to ensure that more food went into my mouth rather
than on my dress, I heard a familiar voice saying, “You still have trouble with
the chopsticks, don’t you?”It was him! My long lost love!
Word count: 100
This post is written for Friday Fictioneer-25th July,2014 and also for Day 29 of The Ultimate Blog Challenge.