It scorched layers off his Lingual Papillae.
A mere thirty seconds for the microwave to bubble his mac and cheese into molten lava.
He gulped water.
Efforts… futile. Tongue screaming.
“You okay?” She smirked.
“Hot,” He replied.
“Seriously?”
“Yes….”
“Baby tongue.”
“Hush.”
“Want milk, baby tongue?”
“No…”
He had warm cranberry juice. No need for milk, ice, or her debilitating jabs.
He blew on his bowl before eating another forkful of her macaroni.
“Tasty?” She asked.
Nicely crusted…. perfectly seasoned parade of cheeses. Brilliance in a bowl.
Spectacular.
The best he’d ever tasted.
“Its okay,” He answered. “I’ve had better.”
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2 responses to “Baby Tongue”
Nicely done. I just started writing flash fiction. I’m struggling. This seems effortless.
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I appreciate the kind words, but it took YEARS of practice. lol. I have my methods…. hit me on FB if you want tips.
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