Just One Of The Guys
"I think we should stop seeing each other."
My jaw drops. I inhale sharply, and the stuffed mushroom I just popped in my mouth is sucked right into my esophagus. Jason continues, unaware of my distress. "It's run its course, don't you think? I mean, it's not like we've…"
Seems like my little old air passage is completely plugged. My eyes are tearing, my chest convulses—Before you break up with me, Jason, would you mind a little Heimlich? I slam my hand down on the table, rattling the china and cutlery, but Jason assumes that my distress is heartbreak and not oxygen deprivation. He looks away.
I'm being killed by my appetizer. I knew I shouldn't have ordered it, but Emo makes the little number drenched in butter, with little bits of garlic and parsley and…um… Must breathe now. Save food review for later. The pressure in my neck is building. I make a fist, wedge it just below my sternum, and slam myself into the table. The mushroom shoots out, hits a water glass and comes to a rest on the white tablecloth. I suck in an enormous breath, then begin coughing.
Jason eyes the mushroom with distaste, and without thinking, I grab it ... read full excerpt from: Just One of the Guys ebook
