Salad Fingers Quotes Novels & Stories

Unpopular fact : crossed fingers don't work. "What type of food is this?" He yells, standing up. I'm sick and tired of his yellings. I immediately move to him and stop just a foot apart, "King, boiled vegetables are healthy." I speak, burying the actual fact. He looks at me as if he's finding something to say. "Yeah, we should build a habit of eating boiled vegetables at least once per week and they are tasty as well." Aliza speaks while eating. Oh thanks, Ali. I truly needed something like this.

“Where is she?” She turned her back on me, reaching for three wine glasses from the cupboard. “I was thinking of making a salad.” Positioning the glasses on the island, she pulled out a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc from the wine cabinet. “Do you think she’d prefer caesar, cauliflower, broccoli, or cucumber salad…” she stuck out one finger after another, counting her options, settling one hand on her hips. “Or veggie noodles, oh… maybe mashed potatoes.”

Adam Smith's two fingers show the food he ordered. "Chocolate butter toast and poached egg," Adam Smith said glancing at two reporters asking for food before Nadhea came back and forth. Of course, at first they didn't understand and then explained briefly making the two of them look at each other. It was as if their heroics made a big difference in the two big families.

Jordan snickered, “I didn’t know you swing that way. Let’s see… Kaden’s more skilled with his mouth, Logan with his fingers and…” “What!” I screamed, wishing the ground would swallow me. “That wasn’t what I meant, and you know it.” He shrugged. “You say potatoes and I say poTatoes… same thing!”

I could only try to control my breathing and bite down on my lips occasionally. “Sal…” I tried to call out but then two fingers were shoved into my mouth. I was perplexed at the way I quickly nibbled and sucked on what I was offered. My tongue lapped on the fingers greedily. How could fingers taste so good? I was where I wanted to be at that moment. No thoughts No worries Just my jailor and my desire. My jeans zip was undone by Salvador's free hand and I assisted in pulling them down until they passed my knees.