The Chocolate Box Affair
Ended in that pizza parlor
Today’s random word is pizza; twist: half more than a whole drabble
I had my laptop, sat at the corner of a pizza parlor, ordered my favorite, and waited. Didn't expect anything.
I saw a woman come, plain yet stunning, vibrant yet subdued, rushed yet calm. She looked in the direction of a table in front of me. A man who looked half her age, with a red cap on, waved at her.
"We need to stop. I have less than six months to live, and I need to be with him," she blurted those words fast.
“After four years… you're dying… you expect me to go?
You only have months to live… don't go without knowing how to love. That's the biggest waste of life," he said slowly and surely.
I felt like the curtain just closed in front of her. The show ended. She didn't have a choice but to leave. Even if the show sucked, no refund was given.
In British terms, I just learned that chocolate box means sentimentally appealing.
Thank you, Nancy Oglesby, for the inspiration.
Fiction Shorts Editors, thank you for your time and support.
Accompaniment…
