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PROMPT FICTION SNIPPET
“A bagel?” Steve opened the paper back, staring at the freshly toasted specimen. “You brought me a bagel?” His glasses fogged over with the faint warmth still radiating from it.
“What were you expecting, a donut?” Riley rolled her eyes. Her long, ink-stained fingers were wrapped around an insulated paper cup, bearing a sticker proclaiming the complicated procedures required to integrate the listed ingredients into her favored beverage. “Seriously…I can’t believe you! It doesn’t bite.” She huffed. “Men!”
“Hey!” He pushed the bagel up through the paper envelope and began to sniff at the golden crust. It was exactly the same golden color as his plaid button-up. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Exactly what I said.” She perked a brow, face twisting into an expression that did not translate at all on her, sharp, angular features. “What are you doing?”
“Figuring out what kind of cream cheese-”
“Original. Regular. Full-fat. Whatever you want to call it. Sheesh. For crying out loud, Steve. I just bought you a bagel. I should’ve eaten it myself. I was being nice.”
“You didn’t have to.”
His girlfriend stared at him for a full minute and then she reached over, yanked the bagel from his surprised fingers and took an overly large bite out of the snack. She chewed vigorously for a moment and swallowed, then took another bite and handed it back. “There. See? No poison. No weird anything. I’m alive. I’m fine.” She swallowed with a wince. “And except for the fact that I don’t particularly care for plain bagels, I’m fine. Happy?”
Steve flashed a hesitant smile, taking a careful nibble of the returned bagel. “It’s very good.” He said, after a moment. “and you didn’t really have to do that. I don’t expect you to try and poison me. It’d be too obvious.”
Riley made a strangled sound in her throat. “I’ll kill you.” She groaned, eyes rolling heavenward. “I swear, I will kill you.”
He smiled, softly. “I’ll be waiting.”
He didn’t protest when she pushed him off the park bench.
(c) Sara Harricharan