Written on a whim:

Fried pork cutlets with a hint of salt and mashed potatoes drowning in creamy light brown gravy. Green beans glisten nakedly on the plate. He gazed into her face as she lifted a small piece of pork to her moist red lips and bit into it. She looked up and her eyes met his. He fumbled about for a napkin and downed a refreshing glass of cold water, realizing he’d been caught.




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