This is a short fiction that I wrote for today. The prompt word is for “edible,” and I really did not know how to write a poem out of that word easily so I decided to go this route with it. This fiction uses some more basic tropes, but I tried to have a little fun with it, and I hope you enjoy it as well.
Gary sat at the table. This’ll be the first time he gets to taste his new wife’s, Brianna’s, cooking. They just came back from the Caribbean cruise for their honeymoon, and he was licking his lips waiting for the home cooked meal he looked forward to experiencing since they first said “I do.”
Brianna walked in, holding a plate. Her regular smile was turned down.
Gary immediately hopped to his feet and softly asked, “Honey, what’s wrong?”
She sniffled a bit and exclaimed, “Gary, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” She placed the plate down and stuck her face into his shoulder while a few tears rolled down her face.
What could possibly have caused Brianna to cry like this? Gary placed his hand on her shoulders and looked her straight in the eye. “What is wrong?”
Brianna sniffled once again and began to explain worlds of problems that Gary had never imagined before. In fact, in the midst of it, he got completely lost. Eventually, she said, “…And what’s worst of all, I ended up burning dinner.” She grabs the plate and pushes it towards his face, showing the black mess of what kind of food is this?
A small whiff reached that caused his stomach to almost turn flips inside of him. He nearly dry heaved from it but regained his composure before he did. Faking his best smile, he assured her, “Oh, I’m sure it’s not that bad…” grabbing a small piece of it and pulling on it as it stretched in his hand like a piece of wet chewed bubble gum.
Then, sitting at the table with the plate right there in front of him, he grabbed a fork and stared at the massive lump that sat before him. How could this happen? He had her mother’s cooking many times, and it was absolutely wonderful. Did she not learn at all how to cook from her mother? If that were the case, this could be rather interesting. He glanced over to Brianna who seemed to almost be praying that the food would somehow satisfy him. The sight brought a small grin to his face. He could do this! After all, it was only a little burnt after all.
Finally steeling himself, he stuck his fork into the food as a little liquid squirted out and then continued to ooze out of it. He begged his stomach to stop turning, but it felt like it wasn’t going to listen to him. He then took the bite of all bites he had ever taken!
Once he did, his face turned a light shade of green, and his vision began to blur. Without even much of a thought, he ran to the bathroom and did not eat another morsel the whole night.
via Daily Prompt: Edible