She was sitting at the table with tears in her eyes, rolling
the chopsticks between her thumb & her Index finger staring at the food.
He
got up from his chair, came to her & whispered: “Sorry. I know you are hurt.”
She was angry. She ignored him.
“We had a pact. Right? No matter how much we fight, at
the end of the day, we shall have food in a single plate? Love you” he
whispered & kissed her forehead.
He dragged his chair beside her & fed her the Maggie he had prepared.
“Love you too”, she smiled.
Word count: 100
This post is written for Friday Fictioneer-25th July,2014 and also for Day 20 of The Ultimate Blog Challenge.
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