An Intimate Meal
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Everything is still. Everything is silent. Everything is dark.

Someone slips their fingers beneath mine and pries my fist open. They slip in a pair of cool slick chopsticks.

A few minutes later I hear a soft clink in front of me followed by another.

The sigh of my companion floats to my ears from directly in front of me.

I’m suddenly very aware of the blood in my legs as one tingles, then another. The floor is hard and unforgiving beneath me, my tailbone digging in.

A light hand rests on my shoulder, nudging me back before the sweet sticky smell passes under my nose.

My companion inhales and whispers thank you. We both begin eating.

The taste on my tongue is heightened by the dark and the quiet.



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