Bad Taste

From a collection of 100-word stories & wonders

Taste trumps love, souring Ross’ relationship with Stephanie. This story about a synesthete appeared in Boston Literary Magazine, Winter 2016. Photo by Steve Finegan.


“You bastard! You’re breaking up with me, aren’t you?” shouted Stephanie, turning heads. Ross ignored the gawking couple next table over. “Look, it’s not you, it’s me. This… this thing…” “You mean your messed up brain?” “My synesthesia. I can’t help it. Frankly, your name just tastes, well, awful.” Stephanie carefully folded her napkin, air-dropped it on her plate, said acidly, “At least you’re original.” “Seriously, I tried saying it sweetly. When that failed, it was Altoids and Double Mint gum, but it still tastes like…” “Like what?” Ross paused. “I’ve really tried.” “Like what?” He sighed. “Like bile.”

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