Short Stories and Flash Fiction
stillitcomes
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Hunger Pangs
https://100wordstory.org/hunger-pangs/We are sitting in the kitchen when I ask her if she still loves me.
As she answers, she begins to remove all of the things I don’t like from a paper container of fried rice—the peas, the carrots, the chicken—until there is nothing left but browned rice and slimy onions.
I feel her doing the same thing with her words—spoon feeding me answers of little substance because she thinks I like the taste of them, how easily they slip down to my stomach.
She’s right. I eat it all.
I’m still hungry late into the night.
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