He looked at her cautiously. “Is that a metaphor?” he asked warily. It was common for her to spit out strange metaphors at the oddest of moments.
Her laugh was like little bells. “Heavens no! I want sushi.”
“Well that’s nigh impossible now,” he said, indicating the clock that read 1:30AM. “Plus, you really shouldn’t be eating that now,” he said, hinting at her very pregnant state.
“I know, but it sounds so good,” she sighed.
They went back to reading.
“How about tacos?” she blurted out.
“That we can do,” he said, smiling at her very strange switch of foods, but sliding out of the covers and slipping into his jeans, nonetheless. Ah, the things he suffered through to make his wife happy. But tacos sounded good to him too.
It’s amazing what kind of flash fiction you can get out of the back of a magazine with an ad for Siri. The first line is from that ad. Enjoy.