58 words: Family Dinner

She sank the cleaver into the ham with a hearty sigh. The clock ticked her growing restlessness.

“It’s going to be hard for you to carve with that knife,” her husband said, wincing at the slab of meat.

It won’t be as hard as all that, she thought, her eyes tracing the ripple of cotton around his ribs.

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