It sits, opaque and offensive, offering nothing more than insipid tastes of something quite unnecessary for my human stomach.
When presented to me, with its smugness, my mouth produces defensive juices and causes my jaw to ache.
It is heavy, sitting on the stomach like an intruder. It makes its presence known and wants to be avoided.
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ok, what is it...so i can stay away from it...
ReplyDeleteHaha this is hilarious!
ReplyDeleteI'm trying to figure out what food you're talking about...Or maybe it refers to all unpleasant foods (?)
Definitely a joy to read. Keep it up!
Rania Abuisnaineh
It is something from (some) animals but not food...
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Hi Menina, Thank you for your visit to my Passionate Fiction and for your generous comment on 'raspberry tipped Tequila secrets'. I appreciate you taking the time to read. :))
ReplyDeleteAnd I look forward to exploring your blog.
If it's not food...what could it be, fur? Great little write!
Eaton.
In will be in a glass/cup...
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