Their enjoyment arrives as my displeasure, in various colours and sizes.
“Close your eyes and swallow. It’s only... !” they’d holler.
I can’t. Mere thought of doing so brings on butterflies in my stomach.
We can make individual choices regarding health, I tell them. Whether naturally organic, or not.
In the latest episode, cauliflower takes up more of my time than desired. Between seemingly perfect florets, green squiggles wiggle. My partner watches. I anticipate the inevitable.
His smiling, wormlike lips open. A voice is quick to release a word. That word: