Fad Diet
By Mark L. S. Stone
Simon was starting a new diet on Monday. The refrigerator
had gradually been filling up with strange new foods: pickled meats in cloudy
brine, thick-skinned fruit covered with long tentacles, pungent spices.
“What’s this one?” Valerie asked. “It’s a stone jar.”
“Screw top or cork?”
Valerie frowned. “It’s sealed with wax, I think.” Valerie
worked at the seal with one finger. Instead of a smell, a gust of wind blew
Valerie’s hair back from her face.
Suddenly Simon was there, taking the jar from her hand and
smoothing the wax back into place.
“That’s for the fifth week,” he said.
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