Thursday, 17 March 2016


My best friend nudged me as I was hunting through my salad for any stray olives that had snuck in.

“Check out the blonde by the Tiki-Taco stand!”

I looked up and glanced at the woman seemingly engrossed in whatever images were flashing across her phone’s screen.

“Eh, she’s a bit too overpretty.”

There was a pause, during which I found another olive.


“Yeah, you know, all that make up and work… It’s too much. I prefer natural looking girls.”

“Is that why you married me?” she asked.

I sensed a trap and didn’t reply.

That was a mistake.

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