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Burnt Beans.

Halfway.

By Cathy (Christine Acheini) Ben-Ameh.Published 7 months ago 1 min read

The beans burn again. I’d whispered the trick to keep them soft, but still, they curl at the edges, blackened.

A quiet laugh echoes-not out loud, but in my head.
What’s so funny?

I just love everything about you, he thinks back.

Why?

You’re just so special.

Then you’re not in love with me. You’re in love with how special I am.

Why can’t it be both?

I stir the pot, unsure. I don’t know.

I don’t like the thought of you being alone. No one taking care of you.

How can you be sure of that?

Because I see you. I’ve been seeing you.


I don’t argue.
Let me take care of you.

You already take care of someone.

Then we take care of him—together.

I don’t know.

A pause. His thoughts flicker, pressed. What is it you want?

I hold the spoon too long over the flame.
Maybe I’m just so used to being alone, I say....
I don’t know how to be anything else.

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Cathy (Christine Acheini) Ben-Ameh.

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Passionate blogger sharing insights on lifestyle, music and personal growth.

⭐Shortlisted on The Creative Future Writers Awards 2025.

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  • A. J. Schoenfeld7 months ago

    Beautifully written. You took a simple moment and transformed it to something pivotal. Well done.

  • Mother Combs7 months ago

    🩷

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