The Net

The bottle cap fell into the Bolognese, and the chilli sauce followed.

“Dammit,” Howard muttered, quickly fishing the cap out and holding up the near-empty bottle to the light. He peered with half-hearted hope at the now overly-red sauce and gave it a tentative stir. It would be fine for him, since he loved hot food, but not for Callum. He sighed, casting resigned eyes over the little rack of spice jars on the other side of the kitchen. When none seemed to present themselves as an antidote to...