Short Story: Round Two

Takes place after New Recipe.

Genre: slice of life, humour

 

Despite his efforts, he was once again faced with a mug of unidentifiable dark liquid.

“Try this one,” she said.

He obediently picked up the mug and took a sip.

“More. You can’t taste anything like that.”

Hiding a grimace, he swallowed a mouthful.

It was like drinking spicy mud.

“Is it bad?” she asked when he shuddered.

“It’s grainy.”

She whisked the mug away with a muttered “must be the wasabi” and vanished into the kitchen. He looked down mournfully at his shackled feet.

It appeared that round three was inevitable.

~End~

 

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