(Prompt: What foulness am I going to be consuming?)
Freshly baked bread and simmering soup aromatically filled their home. Marzi whipped chocolate mousse, humming. Frank would arrive soon. She wanted perfection.
“Honey!” She gave him a passionate hug that he barely returned. Gone was the love. Today she felt his abject rejection even more.
Frank called for his dog for whom he always showed the deepest affection.
“I made you something special for dinner.”
"What foulness am I going to be consuming?"
Deeply wounded, Marzi said. “I'm leaving you Frank.”
He searched for his dog, ignoring her.
She smiled wickedly at the pot as she left. “Enjoy your soup.”
