We sat in the parking lot eating chicken wings, with the engine running and the air conditioner on its highest setting in an effort to counter the impossible heat of this Texas summer. One wing remained on the grease-stained paper plate.
“I’ll split it with you,” I offered.
“You can’t split chicken wings. There’s not enough to share.”
“Suit yourself.” I huffed back against the seat.
“Fine. Here.” He pulled the wing in half, dividing it at the joint and offering me both pieces. I chose the tip, all skin and bone.
“Mmmm. Thank you, dear. Perfection.” And it was.
{In response to this week’s word prompt from velvetverbosity.com: “split”}
oh, I’m glad you linked up to 100 Words. When I saw this on fb I wasn’t sure. 🙂 This is great.
Thanks, Barbara! I appreciate your support! 🙂
I like this… the feeling of genuine friendship between the two characters.
Even when compromise seems impossible…
I’ve come to believe that compromise is always possible. Glad you’re back!