The sparse cupboard with the solitary pack of Batchelor soup and canned beans stared back at him as if in mockery. His posh apartment was a sorry mess. Take out boxes and dirty mugs littered the kitchen and George wondered when his life had become so empty.
He was fatigued from months of insufficient sleep and taking work home; the promotion came with more responsibilities than anticipated. He was tired of eating out of paper boxes, he missed having a decent relationship with anyone and would have given a tooth for some helping of the curry flavourful dish that floated down the corridor from his married neighbours’ apartment; his tummy grumbled at the thought.
The ping of the microwave interrupted his thoughts and the cup of overflowing soup that looked more like lava made him swear. With a sigh of resignation, he picked up the phone to call Chinatown. The hum of voices and laughter from next door sharply reminded him that a robust bank balance did not make up for loneliness.
© Jacqueline
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a cooking pot and twisted tales 
Poor George needs a cooking class, not a wife. 😉
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Ha, ha! I agree with you 🙂
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Oh my gosh, isn’t that the truth!! Such a wonderful story, Jacqueline! Poor guy, maybe he will make some changes in his life.
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A great moral Poor guy Hopefully he has learned his lesson. Nice story
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Thank you. Hope he makes some changes in his life.
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WOW! what a wonderful story, Jacqueline ! I have seen so many Georges and they are not a happy lot, for sure. The last line is brilliant !
Loved your story . Many congratulations and best wishes for your new book .Would love to read it . Can i order from here in India?
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Beautifully written.
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