This week’s Friday Fictioneers entry. Visit the blog of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields to get the rules etc. It’s been a while, unfortunately. So busy! 😦
You pick through the takeaway leaflets like they’re dating profiles. They offer different things and all have different wants. You scrutinize the pictures and garish colours. There’s nothing sexy about the greasy fries. However, they stir a kind of desire that, unlike a lonely heart, can be satisfied with ease.
The indecision alone is pleasurable. So many options. You choose a place that’s cheap and dirty, the way you like it, and then make the call.
Leaning back on the couch, you raise your glass of wine and toast St. Valentine, Cupid and Aphrodite.
You murmur something about next year.