Only A Spoonful Novels & Stories

JUNO HAYES “Wow.” That was all Rhett said as he ate the last spoonful of broth and let the spoon clatter into the bowl. The single word was rough, simple, but the look on his face—satisfaction, almost boyish in its honesty—made something warm spark in my chest.

A short, clipped vocalization aimed at me with the unmistakable tone of a demand. Then she holds out the spoon. Not drops it. Not throws it. Holds it out. Arm extended, spoon wobbling in her grip, aimed in my direction. Her expression is dead serious. The face of a tiny negotiator presenting terms. I take it. Her fingers release. Mine close. The spoon is warm from her grip, lightweight, carved from pale wood with visible tool marks. Silas made this. I can tell from the slight unevenness of the handle, the practical shape, the absence of decoration. Form without performance.

“Rhio…” “I missed you so were going to exchange spoonful of this.” I stood up, “You’re so cheesy. Did you think you could convince me?” “Just sit down.” “If I spoon-feed you I might end up killing you by stuffing your mouth until you choke.” Still, we just shared a plate but with our own separate spoons. He was so sweet he might get diabetes.

Blake passed a spoonful of porridge to her lips in an intimate manner. Avery tasted a small mouthful. The flavor was clear and light without a hint of fishiness, which was rather to her liking. "Is it delicious?" he asked. "Yes." Avery nodded honestly. "Then eat more. You've lost a lot of weight recently." The silver spoon in his hand was handed over again.

he said and was about to start eating when he realised I had brought only one spoon, " Why do we have just one spoon here?" " Cause the food is specially prepared for you Richard" " But that doesn't mean you can't eat from eat, does it?" " No it doesn't Richard, but I need you to eat and get satisfied, remember the kitchen is just a seconds away" He smiled and pushed further more but I insisted, then he grabbed his spoon and started eating, the food must really taste nice from the look on his face, I kept salivating, it was then I realised I had starved myself for two good days.

I pick up my spoon while almost wishing for the food to taste bad. There is no way that this is happening to me.

He rubs her back and she gestures to the problematic spoons, “I don’t see a difference, the size is the same, the position on the table is virtually indistinguishable from this other spoon. But using it for anything other than its intended purpose is ‘frowned upon most deeply’.” She sighs, giving up for now. George has again chosen her food for her, as she’s been drowning in the spoon section, struggling to see the spoons for the other mildly different spoons. George looks at the spoons in question, and frowns,

"Huh, what was that?" "Oh you didn't hear me? I said your friend lives nice, I didn't think she'd be living this way". "Yeah Lauren, she has no money problems luckily. She's just fine on the monetary aspect"..."Damn stupid spoon" she cursed as the spoon she tried putting in Alex's bowl, fell. "What's wrong with the spoon?" "Oh, it's nothing Alex," she said coming with the filled bowls. "Here's yours, and this is mine". "Mmm… it looks delicious, how do I do this?"

Pinky watched as her mother dish out food for her. She force out a smile when her mother placed the food on the dinner table. "Thank you mother"She said as she draw the chair back and sat on it. Pinky took a spoon and stared at food for some minutes before taking a bit into her mouth. "Mom is delicious"She smiled and countinue eating the food slowly. Mrs Diane glanced at her daughter the moment she add another food into her mouth. "Eat more pinky" Mrs Diane said while adding more food to her plate.

He sat down, but I didn’t react— I mean, I tried not to. Lifting one hand off my lap, I picked the spoon. My lashes fluttered, not looking at him opposite me. I took a scoop, bringing it to my lips. I took a sip. My eyes widened. My grip on the spoon went slack in shock. Bursts of flavors exploded on my taste buds to smithereens, leaving behind an earthy, nutty flavor in place. The spoon tilted, but I swiftly tightened it, managing to hold it before the soup spilled.