Wontons? (flash fiction)

Wontons? She walked into the room carrying a brown paper bag. She looked at me. “I got the wantons you said you wanted.” she told me. “You misheard me. I said I am full of wanton desires for you.” I replied. “Oh. So you don’t want the wontons then?” “No actually I’m quite hungry. They’ll … Continue reading Wontons? (flash fiction)