She would not give him the last piece of pie. Instead, she wrapped it carefully in Saran wrap to keep it fresh for her lunch the following day. He considered eating it after she fell asleep. Annoyed, he flipped through the channels while thinking about the pie until, like fog lifting to reveal a sunny day, he recognized two things: she did not love him and he did not love her. That last slice of chocolate pie made everything clear.
(Giant Golden Buddha daily writing exercise: Live to write, write to live…)