1 Guy 2 Spoons Novels & Stories

"I see. Have you tried?" "No." "Let's try," he said and got up. He walked to the kitchen and returned with teaspoons. "They can start with this," he said, handing out the teaspoons to them. The two-year-olds stared at the unfamiliar utensils in their hands with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. Little Brian poked his spoon at a piece of carrot on his highchair tray, while Little Valerie simply banged hers with a satisfying thwack on the plate.

“The mistress will inspect you after.” Another man carried a pot, spooning little dollops of oats into the plates. When he came near me, he smelt clean in this house full of filth. I stared at his fingernails, noticing how sparkling they were. He dropped a spoon in mine then paused and added another one. “Hey,” the girl I used her soap pointed at my bowl. “He gave her two spoons,” she whined.

It was completely infuriating how even his damn teeth managed to look effortlessly attractive. Instead of reclaiming the shared utensil, I quickly pulled open the utility drawer next to me, pulled out a clean spoon, and shoved it into his hand to give him his own. From there, a strange, unspoken truce settled over the counter. We both stood there at the kitchen island, dipping our respective spoons into the exact same ceramic bowl, entirely wrapped in a thick, heavy silence. It was such a basic, mundane activity, yet my pulse was hammering frantically against my ribs like a trapped bird.

Spooky looks at Tornado, and his eyes were all on Sophia who was innocently pouring some glass of pineapple juice for him. "Thanks Sophia" He said and winks at her, Sophia smiles, while Spooky frowns and stood up to her feet ready to attack Sophia.

"I never tried before. How about we give it a shot?" Hence, the bored aunt and nephew squeezed half a cup of lemon juice. They both looked at the muddy water but dared not try it. "Jules, let's play rock-paper-scissors. The loser takes a sip. What do you say?" Valerie suggested. Julian wasn't feeling up for it. He said, "We have a foodie in our house. Why bother being guinea pigs ourselves?" The aunt and nephew simultaneously looked at the elderly man, who was immersed in Bubble Crush in the living room.

“Just one more…” Ved requested giving Mayra another spoon full of soup. “You said that last time too…” Mayra quarreled pouting. "Okay, okay, just two more spoons and we are done. See, it's already finished..." Ved said and Mayra obliged scrunching her face. "I am full already..." Mayra told directing the last soon towards Ved's mouth.

He's not in the mood, I can tell, so it'll be better if I should keep my distance from him. He did not answer back. Instead, he focused his attention on the food and drinks on the table. In the middle of our meal, he suddenly set the spoon and fork on the dish with a bit of an intention. He intentionally dropped the spoon and fork on his plate to make a sound, and to get my attention.

" Could this possibly mean that peace wasn't mad at me anymore" I hurried towards peace and took a plate. I noticed there was just one spoon which was the one peace was using so I was about to get up and go get a spoon for myself before peace called. " Come share with me"

The spoon wasn't the type to bend easily, but it did when I exerted my anger onto it, preventing me from speaking harshly. I smiled at him and looked at the spoon. "Wow... This spoon is really easy to bend. Am I a psychic or what?"

"Alex must get along very well with Fany, don't you think my husband?" "Fany has to go to college first," said Uncle. "It's not time to get married yet." It wasn't long before dinner came. Steaks, soups and lots of cutlery. There are four spoons, two knives and four forks. What are all these cutlery for? Fany took the outermost fork, as well as the knife. I followed picking up the same thing in front of me. "Sorry," I whispered. "For what? Want me to help slice the meat?" asked Fany.