![]() Once upon a time, a couple fell in love. Society didn't approve. 'Twas taboo for Fork to love Spoon. The two never mingled, spending their lives segregated by Tray inside Drawer. At dinner parties (Forks on the left—Spoons and Knives on the right) Plate created division. It was fated the young lovers should meet, jostled against each other in the privacy of Dishwasher. It was cleansing and led to the birth of baby Spork. Spork bridged the gap, and the leftist Forks have since coexisted in harmony with the right-wing Spoons and Knives. A melding of cutlery; Kitchen at peace. By Lisa H. Owens Just 100 Words 100-Word Stories - September 2020 Photo Prompt
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