It’s Friday evening finally. Her favourite day of the week. There is the weekend to look forward to.
They study the menu hungrily and order a chicken sandwich each. ‘But it’s Friday.’ She almost said it. An inner voice said, let him have it, he feels like it. But he would have wanted to know, the inner voice began acting up. Well I always remind him but this time let him have it. His subconscious wants to eat it. It won’t hurt. “Quickly, we are in a rush”, she said to the waiter.
She cannot concentrate on what he is saying. Still debating about the Friday thing and trying to fight out the demons within. ‘Shit, It’s Friday,’ he said. He jumped up to cancel the order and call for a veg burger instead. And she could not even say, “I remembered.”