The words over at Three Word Wednesday are abuse, cramp and hatred. Something quick and dirty.
Luncheonette for the Possessed
“There is goodness in you, even though you can’t see it,” she says.
The fork is halfway to his mouth, which is open for delivery, and he stops, a flush of hatred lights in his icy blue eyes.
He folds his hands together and tucks his chin on knuckles; warm curry puddles under the fork, now a pendulum.
“Did I ask for an assessment?”
The diner is cramped and it is packed; it’s a living organism that pulsates, breathes, sighs. It presses its mass into her, she feels faint, a victim of her own stupid choices.
He stares, smiles. Shoots bushy eyebrows into amused arcs that beg answers.
It's enough of an insult; his abuse emboldens her.
“No, you did not ask,” she says. “But I have opinions too, you know.”