a compromise: the dover bitch and dover beach

a compromise: the Dover bitch and Dover beach



fiction
edward w pritchard

Having aged ungracefully she wanted nothing more than a good dinner. Welks or cockles, or at least mussels and clams and bread and wine of course and pasta and two desserts. It was tedious to hear his prattling again and again but she had lost her looks and it was the price to be paid for companionship and dinner.

Sighing he finished his soliloquy surprised to see she had listened. He was hungry too although with the exchange rate as it was he would eat lightly which was just as well for the seaside always took away his appetite.

Being seated the waiter by habit gave the couple the expensive tourists menus as he held the plump lady's hand and assisted her into a chair. The gentleman must be watching for something surmised the waiter and he positioned the nervous man so he could stare at the ocean as he handed him the tourists wine lists.

Diner over both dreaded the trip to the hotel room.
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