Sex and Jambalaya

Glenda Thompson
Nov 4 · 1 min read

A recipe for love

Image from Gromgull on Flickr

Spicy steam rose from the bowl of rice, sausage, venison, chicken, shrimp and crab. “I love you,” he whispered. “Marry me?”

Years pass.

He took a bite of his tuna sandwich, swallowed. “You know I married you for your jambalaya.”

“That’s okay,” I shrugged. “I married you for the sex.”

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Glenda Thompson

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Chameleon — always learning, always growing. Dreamer, Artist, Painter with Words. Survivor. Chasing my rainbows. Querying my first novel, working on my next.

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