“Ramen”
Mar 15, 2018I burned my hand on the stove while boiling water for Molly’s ramen. I was daydreaming and didn’t even realize I was holding onto the pot. We had this nightly tradition of trading off who would do the cooking while the other laid naked in bed, finding the right movie to pair with our food.
I let out a little scream once I realized the cold sensation in my fingertips was actually the skin beginning to melt off.
“Are you okay?” Molly asked from across the apartment.
I went to the sink and turn the water on full blast, shoving my hand under it.
“I burned my fucking hand!” I yelled back.
“Is the ramen ready?” she asked.
“No!”
“I’m hungry. And I’m naked and horny. And I found the perfect movie for us.”
“Let me just put the skin back on my hand and I’ll be over.”
My hand was red, fingertips burned down to the bone. I was scared to tell her how bad it was. These dinners hadn’t been going well lately and I felt like I was nearing my last straw. I could never seem to do anything right and one more fuck up might send her right out the door, naked and all, into the arms of the next guy waiting in line.