She pours herself a glass of water. Her wrist aches, but she doesn’t show it.
"This chicken," he says, holding up a strip of brown meat. "This is special."
"Thank you," she says.
"It’s excellent. I mean, really excellent. One of the nicest meals we’ve had in such a long time, don’t you think?"
"It’s nothing. I threw it together."
"I don’t believe that. Not for a second."
"Would you excuse me?" she says.
A flicker of irritation passes across his face, but then he is eating again.
"This chicken," he says, as she leaves the room. "Superb. The best."
VerityAlways over 2 years ago
This is so true in most homes. Undermined, Unnoticed, Unacknowledged, Unnerving...
Neville Hunt over 2 years ago
Interesting... but unlike Verity, it completely goes over my head. But then these days I do most of the cooking, so maybe that’s why. Fish pie tonight... one of her favourites.
VerityAlways over 2 years ago
Oh! My pea brain thought of this as Passive Abuse (by the theme of heavy undertoned drabbles).
Neville- Another Pie! I need more fuel ;-)
Neville Hunt over 2 years ago
My fish pie lacked flavour... I should have included smoked haddock in it for some punch. And I created so much washing up that the sparkle sparked out. Two days worth of leftovers now (!), but I think I might make an intervention before tomorrow’s supper (not to be confused with Suppé).
VerityAlways over 2 years ago
I can't comment on the flavor. But I wish for an uplifting intervention! Hope you have something stronger than Suppé!