Dane Hebert

Fork You

"Some relationships are like trying to eat a bowl of soup with a fork and knife" she said. "It can’t be done. Certain people don’t fit or make sense being together."

Yes, but if you bring the bowl to your mouth, tilt it slowly and sip, you can feed your hunger. Extending the pinkie finger on both hands would show class and good manners.

She then said something about oil and water and that I just wasn’t the right fork for her. A knife straight to the heart and life’s unanswerable secret revealed in a cup of soup du jour.

I wiped my lips, brushed a few tears, folded the napkin delicately and placed it atop the table. I paid the check and left two-words for her gratuitous posterity.

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When I die,

if heaven rejects me,

let's do lunch
 

© Dane Hebert