Karate Joe let go of her arm. Jane slumped back against the padded booth seat, looking dazed. "They're..." She took a deep breath, and tried again. "Are they...?"
Karate Joe shook his head slowly, face buried in his hands. "Yeah", he said in a small voice.
Jane twisted in her seat to stare at their backs. "Do they have the recipe?"
"Yeah".
"Have they...have they tasted it?"
Joe lifted his head to look at her, a bleak look in his one good eye.
"Yes". His gaze wandered back to the two children, now sitting side by side on stools at the counter, examining menus.
Jane sat there staring into space, chewing at her bottom lip. When she spoke, her voice sounded far away, as if she were trying to remember something that had happened in a dream. "But if they've tasted it..."
Joe nodded. "...then we've tasted it", he finished for her...
Read Ep 1 here: @bennettitalia/the-chronicles-of-karate-joe-episode-1-ball-winders-short-fiction-for-freewrite-prompt-ball-winder
Written in response to the following prompt: @mariannewest/day-1928-5-minute-freewrite-wednesday-prompt-ball-winder
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