Sunday, February 22, 2015

A Pact Between Lovers

A naked blob of mayonnaise, shaped like a ghost, rested in the corner of her lip. So did the leftover tension from their afternoon argument. The more they talked the more strained the words became, like water struggling to pass through a clogged pipe. He would apologize. It was his turn. That was the agreement.

Prompt words: ghost, mayonnaise, afternoon, naked, pipe

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