Over Medium
He did it in front of the waiter and everything. I saw it—how the menu dropped a little in his hands, how his eyes lit up. I mean, this was at breakfast, you know, as in the next day, but still, I mean, it was just eggs, right? I said “Over medium.” He said, “I like them that way, too.”
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This piece originally appeared, sans title as was their wont, in Paragraph.
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you convey so much in so few words ... the eggs comment being too intimate despite the assumed intimacy of spending the night together. love the first line.
Nailed the morning after. Killer last line.
All net. She's a witness to her own heart. When the word over doesn't mean over but, rather, again.