“I’m starving!”
“Dinner will be ready soon, just go sit down and I’ll call you in a few,” she laughed, waving a wooden spoon at him to keep his fingers out of the stew pot.
Rolling his eyes at her, he reluctantly left the kitchen.
She watched his back as he walked away. Stirring the chili, she turned the heat down. Bowls and spoons were taken out of the cabinets.
Setting the table, she couldn’t remember the last time he’d touched her – something as simple as a hug, or a caress on her back, a kiss. She felt starved too.
The 100 Word Challenge, a writing prompt created by Velvet Verbosity, takes a single theme to tell a story in only 100 words ~ no more, no less. This week’s theme is ‘Starved.’
Thin spiral notebook 
Great writing, but more importantly, can I have that chili recipe? haha 🙂
(It looks so yummy! Sorry!)
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It seems like the cruelest tragedy, the cruelest trick of Mother Nature that what we all crave so much is love, and yet it seems so difficult to sustain.
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You’re right, Lance. She got it!
Nice parallel, Tara.
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indeed.
sigh
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That mix of warmth and coolness … there have been years like that in my house, but I can’t exactly blame my guy. I think I’ll go surprise him with a hug right now.
And now I want chili too! (I love the picture.)
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