Here is this week’s 100 word story, the prompt being courtesy of Julia’s Place :
He’d hoped she wouldn’t ask but the inevitable “What does it taste like?” hung precariously between them. He indicated his full mouth to buy himself time. There was only so long he could swill the lumpy-textured, bland wad of mince around his abused mouth. Honesty or tact? He weighed up the advantages and disadvantages of both approaches; then unable to circulate the offending lump any longer, he swallowed, almost gagging.
“Well?” she pressed, a satisfied smile on her hopeful face. He smiled back, calculating the importance of this relationship. His eyes fixed on hers and he took a breath.