“Cover your eyes,” she said blindfolding me with her silk scarf, “it tastes sweeter that way.”
The honey-tongued stranger offered me her dragonfruit.
“They say once you try it…” her heartbeat quickened, “you’ll never go back.”
I was hooked from the first sip of its juice.
And never looked back.
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LB
Poet and short story writer from the UK, living in Napoli.
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Vale Perficientur
"My tears need a minute to find the edges of my face. If you'll please excuse me." The sarcasm stabbed into Juliana’s heart. Antonia glared at her from the pit of the Lyceum as her student fought to hold back tears that had nothing to do with the pain in her fingers. “You’re better than this, again.”
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Comments (2)
This...was funny, made me thirsty and quite clever really too! Well done, LB!
Lovely, made me thirsty!