Riya poked at the dish with her fork, half expecting it to turn and glare at her.
“Riya, eat the food!” She raised her eyes and saw her dad looking at her pointedly. Between gritted teeth, he continued, “We’re guests here. Learn to behave.”
Scowling, she forced a smile and shot a glance at her host, Mrs. Mehra, who had an anxious look on her face. “It’s vegetarian, Riya. You can eat it.”
“Doesn’t look like it,” muttered Riya grumpily.
“Oh, that’s because it’s made of soya! It’s a vegetarian meatball. Tastes exactly like chicken, right down to the texture!”
Welcome to The Moving Quill!
For this year’s A to Z Challenge, I’ve taken up the theme of
An Oxymoron rendered in micro-fiction.
Each day’s title will have one half of the oxymoron while the second half will be revealed towards the end of the post.
Follow me as I unravel each tale in exactly 100 words.