Saturday, May 18, 2019

Amuse Bouche


When he looked again, the spoon had carved a well in the butter.
With her mouth full, the old woman stared at the glass top of her tea table with the fixed, unthinking gaze of a ruminant that savours her feed. Grease lined her lips, turning pink with the rouge she’d hastily layered on them upon his arrival. Only when she was satisfied with her snack did she dab her chin with a crumpled handkerchief.
….Bora choose to remain standing.
Gospozha, I do need the rest of the information I came for. As you see, I’m upfront about it.”
Without answering him, Larissa ogled the butter.



from Tin Sky by Ben Pastor (2012). Highly Recommended.

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