Okay, I know tempura isn’t, technically, a Chinese dish but I couldn’t think of a better title. I was trying to get a lawyer in it somewhere, so I could call it Chop Sue-y but it felt a little contrived. This is my Friday Fictioneerssubmission for July 25th. Thanks to Marie Gail Stratford for the photo and Rochelle for the inspiration.
May I also remind readers-hopefully for the last time as it’s getting a mite undignified-that my bookis still very much available and selling like whatever the antithesis of hot cakes is.)
They say it’s best to end a relationship on neutral territory. Brenda was hoping for Switzerland but, with Dignitas around the corner, I wasn’t going to take any chances. I considered sticking us on the Ryanair flight to Dublin, but even I’m not that bitter (1).
In the end, I settled for a Chinese restaurant. Big mistake, I forgot about the chopsticks. It’s impossible to dump someone whilst shovelling individual grains of rice into your mouth with knitting needles. Almost. And the Katsu curry! The least said about that the better. At least when she stabbed me, it didn’t hurt that much.
(1) This is a pop at Ryanair not Dublin. I spent 8 happy weeks in Phibsborough at the turn of the Millenium.