Un-Stuck

An overwhelming smell of burning flooded out through the open windows, but from the outside, the house looked fine. There were no signs of flames licking the sides of the wooden frame, or sound of fire eating the floorboards. There was no heat pulsing out through the windows against his face, but he could hear the fire alarm blaring from within. A quick radio message told him that his crew was clear to enter the premises, so long as they were on their guard. It didn’t come in clear if the house was empty or if someone was trapped inside. Swiftly, they made their way in, trying to ignore the assault the alarm and smoke raged on their senses. It smelled like thanksgiving gone wrong. Overcooked and left to dry out before being used as a candle to fragrance the whole place. He motioned for his crew to split. Two to the right, to what looked like the back of the house, toward the hallways leading to the bedrooms. Two to follow him, through the living room toward what smelled like the kitche...

“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 hi...