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Sweet potatoes

October 14, 2008

After the sweet potatoes finished roasting, she lifted them from the baking stone, and served them at a dinner that would have been utterly silent had she not put on some music before they sat down. He cleared the table without a word when they were finished, then went in the living room to watch TV.

She lifted the baking stone from where she’d set it on the stove and carried it to the sink. It bore the outlines where the sweet potatoes had roasted, their shapes like caramelized ghosts.

2 comments

  1. nice ambience. enjoyed it.


  2. afmayo, thank you for reading!



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