Day 3: Q - Walk a Mile Without Shoes
“One ten ounce steak, greens, potatoes, and a Jello chocolate pudding. Eat up.”
Well, here it is, I guess. Smells like how I r’member it. Lets see if those beans taste like mommas. Yup. Not even close heh. I figured it wouldn’t but eh, a man can dream can’t he? Excuse me, but can ya’ll grant me a water? Ah, thank ya kindly. I am parched. I can’t remember for the life of me when the last time I had a good steak was. Ten years ago? Yeah just about. It was at that kinda fancy place over on the west end. I remember that place. Meal looked similar to this one but smelled better and damn did it taste so good. Ate it alone, as I did most of my meals, but ya know, I prefer it that way. ‘Less talkin’ and more eatin’ as my pappy used to say.
“Chin wagin don’t catch much food do it?”
Heh heh, no it don’t papps. No it damn well don't. Hence why I’m living in my head with this chat. That gent in the blue ain’t gonna give me no words, and I gatta tell ya, I ain’t fixin to get words from him neither. That meal was good though at that fancy place. Even the cutlery was fine. Had that uh, whatch’ya call it, gold trimmin’ on the ends to make you look fancy and feel like a big timer in the big city. Ol’ boy like me from the sticks never got that but was nice to have while I had it. Took some jumpin’ through hoops to get but the gettin was good as far as I am concerned. These potatoes are soft. I prefer them a bit harder but I can appreciate good foods when I taste it. Let’s go on and get into that steak. Looks rare and juicy! Knife just carves into it like butter. Soft chew to it too. Mighty fine. I’m gonna miss these meals. Yeah… Ain’t gonna have one like this ever again. Ah well. I’ll make my peace with my maker and let the hand fall. I’ve earned this through my sins and place no blame elsewhere. Gah golly, these tears haven’t stopped each night so why would I expect them not to come now. Ya happy? Ya broke me. Or i broke m’self. It don’t matter anymore. Can barely taste them anyways through the steak anyhow.
“Two minutes Will. Then we takin’ that walk ya hear? Wrap it up.”
Well, That’s gonna do it for me. Should I wipe my face or just get on with it? Better just get on. They falling now and will keep on even when I’m in front of my maker.
Alright Charles. Open up. I’m ready…
Well, here it is, I guess. Smells like how I r’member it. Lets see if those beans taste like mommas. Yup. Not even close heh. I figured it wouldn’t but eh, a man can dream can’t he? Excuse me, but can ya’ll grant me a water? Ah, thank ya kindly. I am parched. I can’t remember for the life of me when the last time I had a good steak was. Ten years ago? Yeah just about. It was at that kinda fancy place over on the west end. I remember that place. Meal looked similar to this one but smelled better and damn did it taste so good. Ate it alone, as I did most of my meals, but ya know, I prefer it that way. ‘Less talkin’ and more eatin’ as my pappy used to say.
“Chin wagin don’t catch much food do it?”
Heh heh, no it don’t papps. No it damn well don't. Hence why I’m living in my head with this chat. That gent in the blue ain’t gonna give me no words, and I gatta tell ya, I ain’t fixin to get words from him neither. That meal was good though at that fancy place. Even the cutlery was fine. Had that uh, whatch’ya call it, gold trimmin’ on the ends to make you look fancy and feel like a big timer in the big city. Ol’ boy like me from the sticks never got that but was nice to have while I had it. Took some jumpin’ through hoops to get but the gettin was good as far as I am concerned. These potatoes are soft. I prefer them a bit harder but I can appreciate good foods when I taste it. Let’s go on and get into that steak. Looks rare and juicy! Knife just carves into it like butter. Soft chew to it too. Mighty fine. I’m gonna miss these meals. Yeah… Ain’t gonna have one like this ever again. Ah well. I’ll make my peace with my maker and let the hand fall. I’ve earned this through my sins and place no blame elsewhere. Gah golly, these tears haven’t stopped each night so why would I expect them not to come now. Ya happy? Ya broke me. Or i broke m’self. It don’t matter anymore. Can barely taste them anyways through the steak anyhow.
“Two minutes Will. Then we takin’ that walk ya hear? Wrap it up.”
Well, That’s gonna do it for me. Should I wipe my face or just get on with it? Better just get on. They falling now and will keep on even when I’m in front of my maker.
Alright Charles. Open up. I’m ready…
...Yeah, they were some pretty good beans.
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Prompt: Write about a feast. Someone has to cry.
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