GrammarGhoulPress – Chimera 66 #15
Angelina grabbed the pan and hurled it at Enrique, Her blood was boiling. “You shit,” she yelled, “You ass! She’s my sister!”
He ducked. The neatly dodged pan hit the wall before clattering to the floor. “Sorry, mio caro, but she looks like you. I was thinking of you.”
He glanced at the mess, “Il mio Tesoro, was that my frittata?”
Angelina picked up a knife.
I like the humor. Also the ending, where she picks up the knife.
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So vivid, excellent storytelling!
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hehe It’s worried about his damn frittata while facing a pissed off and scorned woman? He is insane! Excellent bit, here!
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That’s a foodie for ya! LOL!
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Oooh! This could be the beginning of something huge. More, please!
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Oh yeah, “she looks like you.” Like that excuse had a chance of working. I note she picked up a knife after that. This is a great one. Love it!
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Ha! I think he’d better forget the frittata and run. 🙂
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