She stared intently at the contents of her glass,
wondering whether it was “doing the breaststroke, Madam”,
or whether she should “keep your voice down or everyone will want one!”
He whispered in her ear -
“it seems the flies in this particular restaurant have far
more discerning taste than the regular ‘Soup de Jour’, darling…”
~*~*~*~
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* Your entry will come due each Saturday, when a new picture will be posted.
* You may only write 55 words.
* Your entry must be fiction.
* Post your entry as a blog on your page, and drop off the link in the comments section on this page.
* Have fun! (Yes, it’s a “rule”! 
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