Egg Salad

by D.e.e.L

 

“This chunky soup is cold, Amy. My tongue is lucky not be frozen to the spoon,” says Greg with a surprisingly sharp tongue considering the circumstances.

Amy simply picks up the bowl and smiles at Greg. She walks towards the microwave until Greg turns around and relaxes before hurling the ceramic bowl filled with the cold dish at the back of his head.

“What the hell? What was that for?”

“For complaining. That wasn’t soup…it was egg salad.”

 

 

 

One comment

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s