Oh'stirs!

 

Neera Handa Dr

Mar 10

2 min read

Oh ’stirs!

Micro-fiction

Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

With free flowing booze before, and now the wine carafes being handed around, poured and gulped, at a speed, that I had not even seen anyone drinking soft drinks, the diners, academics, young and bold, sombre and old, after a hard yard of teaching, research and writing, were ready to let their horses, and hair lose at the annual conference opening night, and the person next to me at the sit-down dinner, looked right into my chest, and said “oh ’stirs! I lov’em!” Being very new in academia, my very first conference, I didn’t know what to say, and blushed, feeling conscious about the stripes on my top, I looked down on my plate, and realised, I had been served oysters, but he had the green salad with some cheesy strings, and olives. I nodded and we quickly swapped. After a couple of mouthfuls, with a bit of a drool, at the corner of his lips, he drawled again, “Oh stairs I hate them, .…”, and not knowing what he actually meant to say this time, I just shook my head in ‘no’ to be safe, and not be sorry the next morning.

In Response to the Mid-week a Deliciousness Prompt

Thanks for this mid-week prompt, 

, it just did its trick, the creativity juices are flowing.

Mid-Week Micro Madness #2. A Deliciousness Prompt | by Ravyne Hawke | Promptly Written | Mar, 2022 | Medium

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