100-Word: Nothing Fancy

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A 100-word piece by Michael Thomas for February

Nothing Fancy

“I just did some chili in the crockpot,” he squeaks, chin down. “It’s nothing fancy.” It’s February, I almost had to cross country ski over here, the kitchen window’s steamed over and the whole place smells of slow-cooking cumin and crackling fire. My veins are packed with snow and my eyelashes are icicles — him in that green sweater’s all the “fancy” I need. Can of beans, hunk of meat, let’s eat. “I figured a ton of garlic was OK,” he’s saying. “Only person I’m planning on kissing is you.” And just like that, I’m warm inside before I’ve eaten a bite.

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3 thoughts on “100-Word: Nothing Fancy

    Carol said:
    March 31, 2013 at 3:16 am

    Made your Arizona aunt and uncle laugh out loud. My god how we love you!

    misterstewardess responded:
    March 31, 2013 at 11:52 pm

    Reblogged this on mister stewardess.

    seanpaulmahoney said:
    April 2, 2013 at 4:19 am

    Terrific stuff and further proof that true love is almost always born from a crockpot.

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