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Fried Okra

“I was surprised you agreed to get BBQ with me.”

“Why? I know the importance of good BBQ. I am from here remember?”

“Debatable.” 

“Oh, fuck off, it is not.” 

He tossed a sugar packet in my direction.

“For your ‘unsweet’ tea.”

I stared out the window, wondering if things would ever be the same. 

“Seriously, what are you going to eat?”

“Well, I do love fried okra.”

“You’re going to eat fried okra? That’s it?”

“Sure.”

“I don’t think anyone likes okra that much.”

“Blasphemy. Fried okra is the best okra.”

Brief smiles.

Sighs.

“Why are you here?”

Word Count: 99
Returning to Friday Fictioneers , after forever, with an only dialogue piece.

PHOTO PROMPT – © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Author:

Letters from inside my head

10 thoughts on “Fried Okra

  1. Not a pleasant conversation between these two angry people. You did a good job of showing “failure to communicate” (line from Cool Hand Luke.) Makes me wonder who is playing the prisoner role and who is playing the warden.

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