2 in the afternoon
"It's probably ready to be turned over now," You nudge me towards the stove. "2 more seconds and it will start burning."
So...I can't cook to save my life. You just came back from the hospital and are in no state to be moving around. I'm cooking, with help.
"Dee, I think maybe I should..." you say trying to stand up.
"Nope," I cut in. "Stay where you are."
Maybe I'm being a bit much, but broken ribs and a punctured lung aren't "nothing".
"You are burning the fish!" You interrupt my thinking. Oops!
YOU ARE READING
To you ✔
Short Story*[COMPLETE]* To you who stole my heart Everyone has a story to tell. That's an understatement. Everyone has STORIES to tell. Let me tell you mine.
