The Art of the Sauce

The table is set. Soft music plays. The aroma of tarragon fills the house. He sits to dine. Alone. She always said she wanted to melt into him, to share a single heartbeat, to become one. Smiling, he lifts her last lovely finger, dripping in Bearnaise sauce, to his lips.

The union is almost complete.


Amy Ryding.

  • Austin Briggs

    I love this measured, evil, disturbing story.