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Friday Dinner


Every Friday for the past year my boyfriend has made me dinner. It’s usually a grand affair. I do fundraising, donor registration and grant writing and Fridays I always work late trying to get in my end of the week reports. He usually gets home hours before me and will make a huge dinner. I can tell he likes to do this for me as well, he’s a really good cook and it makes him happy to see me enjoy it. Often he will spend most of the meal never touching a bite himself, just watching to see if I like it.

However, recently after dinner I have begun to feel sick. I thought maybe it was stress but it seems to be only after he makes me our Friday night meal. Last Friday, as he and I were discussing a small wound he had received when a client attacked him, I had to bolt to the bathroom in the middle of the meal.

Sweet dear took care of me the rest of the night. Didn’t even have time to go down to his “man-cave” in the basement to watch a game or build something whatever it is men do in those things.

I really hate to complain because I know how hard he tries. To make it up to him last Thursday I brought him lunch on my break, a nice little gesture. He works at a men’s homeless shelter. I love how dedicated he is to helping others. As I was walking through the courtyard at the shelter a man attacked me though. Nothing violent, he was obviously ill. He grabbed me and begged me to save him, told me the monster was coming to kill us all. As he held me close I could smell him. He hadn’t bathed in months. He bared his bright yellow teeth and I noticed they were speckled with blackish rot. My boyfriend came out at this point and led the man away. Poor guy, I am glad my boyfriend was able to help him.

Anyway I am writing because something spectacularly strange happened last Friday. I got home and my dear had made an even larger dinner than usual. It was chilly outside so he made a big meaty stew filled with rich heavy spices and soft vegetables. It was like autumn in a soup. I gulped it down. It was exactly what I needed at the end of this week. The entire time he was sitting there as usual, huge smile as he got to watch me enjoy his special dish. Soon after eating though I began to feel sick. I tried to hold it back the best I could, but eventually I had to go to the bathroom. While vomiting I felt a strange pain of almost choking. Something very hard and sharp was coming up.

After a bit of work up came a small hard object into my hand. When I opened it to see what it was I noticed a small yellow rotted tooth. I heard a knock on the bathroom door

“Everything alright in there?”

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Credits to: the_darker_path

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