I saw him again.
Our eyes met.
I resisted the urge but conformed eventually. I left the place embracing him. The missing piece in my life has returned.
Back at home, I ripped his top open.
“You taste better than you ever did, my Lays Potato Chips.”
***I Surrender by Celine Dion; in the background.***
Note: Similar to Detox, I was De-Lays-ing for a couple of months. Not anymore. Winter and diet do not go well together.
This 55 fiction format story is written by Usha Amudhan.
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I’ve remained de-layed for over a couple of years now. The 28 day stint at “potato crisps anonymous” helped me.
But pray why is Celine Dion playing in the b-ground?
Cos I gave in to Temptation. lol.
Oh!!! Corny! Corny!
I like corny! Especially if its Corny bread! Cornier! Cornier!
its anti climax!!!
It keeps happening with me on and off:)
I don’t intend to De-Lays again. It just doesn’t last..Sighs.
Laid by lays? Hmmm!
Super duper… I was laid by Haldiram in Houston… @D