I've always enjoyed honey. I loved it's sickly sweet smell and taste. Whenever I had an biscuit, I'd have a spoonful of honey on it. It made everything taste better.
I sat at my small dinner table with a plate of dull looking steak and potatoes, along with a small portion of peas. I grabbed the honey in the middle of the table, where I also kept the salt and pepper.
It was a local brand of honey. Very expensive but even the cheapest of honey was amazing. The honey was in a glass jar, the sun shown throw the thick liquid. The honey was a beautiful golden brown. I smiled and opened the jar and grabbed the clean spoon from beside my plate and inserted it into the liquid.
I pulled a large dollop of the honey, putting it onto the meat. Then a smaller spoonful for my potatoes and a even smaller amount for my peas. After this I sat my spoon down, into my potatoes and screwed the lid back onto the jar and pushed it back to the center of the table.
I smiled down at my meal and grabbed the end of my spoon. I scooped up a potato
and put it into my mouth. I licked the honey from the spoon, my mouth watering for more. I began to eat quickly.If someone were watching me eat, I'd be sure they would be disgusted with the way I was gobbling my food. Barely any chewing involved.
My mouth and hands becoming sticky with the sweet syrup. I slowed a bit when there was only a bite of steak left.
I picked it up and moved it around the plate, trying to get the most honey I could on it. Once done, I put it into my mouth grinning.
I proceeded to lick my plate clean like some dog. I licked my hands and around my mouth. "Thirsty..." I mumbled to myself. I grabbed the same honey from before and began to guzzle it down.
The syrup enveloped my mouth and throat. It was soothing yet suffocating.
I drank and drank till only a little less than half was gone. I set the jar down and put the lid back on. I stood and grabbed my plate and walked to the sink. I set the plate down and began to wash it.
After washing it, I cleaned my hands and rinsed my face off.
I dried my hands onto my pants and turned the water off.
I went to my fridge and grabbed a small cup of yogurt.
Yogurt was really nice too.
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Unpredictable
RandomA collection of random short stories ill write to practice to to vent with my writing. If you are to read this id like constructive criticism and what not No edits were made in my short stories