Wedded Bliss

Photo: Susan Spaulding

“Nachos, peanuts, and beer are concession stand staples, Helen. Throw in a hot dog, and you got a trifecta. Sushi ain’t snack food. It’s bait.”

“Well I was just trying to think of a healthier finger food option they might have. That’s all. You don’t have to make it sound so gross.”

“That’s me Helen, Mr. Gross. You should know that by now, Grossity gross. Grosser than gross. I am where America goes for gross. Ugh! Do you want anything or not?”

“Saturated fat, trans fat, refined sugar, nitrates, nitrites, antibiotics,  and that’s just the first five items on the menu. Don’t you care at all what you are putting in your body?”

“I’ll take that for a no.”

“I’ll also take a couple a hotdogs, loaded. An order a nachos, extra cheese sauce and a cold, 32 ounce beer.”

“Last chance Helen, going going gone…..”

“Look at you! You’ve already dripped nacho sauce on your new jersey. You’re a disgrace.”

“Life is too short, Helen. You wake up one morning and people that you love are dead. I don’t have time to be a disgrace.”

“Here take a big ol’ bite of this. The nitrates’ll help take the edge off….”

Word Count: 200

Photo prompt courtesy of Sunday Photo Fiction

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7 thoughts on “Wedded Bliss

  1. While reading your story, it felt like as if I was eavesdropping on this couple’s conversation. I chuckled at this- Grossity gross. Grosser than gross. The way he was teasing his wife felt quite real.

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  2. Sounded like a conversation from my dinner table loaded with saturated fats, cholesterol, antioxidants, lycopene, homocysteine and what not, many of which have come and gone 😀

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