Ambrosia by: Kimberly Chiquillo Water Color Art by: Christopher Jan Cioco
A pair of hands crawled around my waist as I finished cooking. "You smell delicious, oh I mean that smells delicious." He teasingly laughed as I turn around and pinch his cheeks. "Stop teasing and let's just eat." I just grabbed my spoon and fork as news of another murder case around our neighborhood was being televised again. "Man, it's getting scarier to live here. Haven't they catch the culprit yet? It gives me goose bumps especially because of our neighbor. We should get a new place away from here. " I just remained silent about his thoughts and looked outside the window facing our neighbor, Myrtle, who's known for the name Crying Myrtle. Yes, like the one from Harry Potter but not for the same reason. She was caught stabbing our neighbor's cat and killing someone's hamster last week and cried out like a siren after. And there she is, looking straight back at me. Smiling like a psychopath from a murder movie. I smiled back to not offend any delusional thoughts going inside her mind, and looked away. "I always love your cooking, love." He said. "Everything just tastes better when you cook it. "
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