New Work in The Coffeelicious
Excited to have an excerpt of a novel I'm playing with in The Coffeelicious this week!
She clamped the lid tightly and pushed the button vreevreevree and the fruit was pink frothy soup, no pain, not like boiling a lobster, no anger at her for her betrayal. And if she did not drink it? Someone would come behind her — he would come behind, and put it in the refrigerator, thinking she would drink it later, or even pour it down the sink, if he’d ever had a thought to housekeeping, and no one would be any the wiser.
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