The lump

Simon coughed as he felt the lump for a second time.

His eyes looked into those of his wife, struggling to hold back her tears.

She nervously placed her hand on Simon’s,
Took a deep breath,
And swore to never be in charge of the custard again.

© Carl Burkitt 2013

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