Day One Hundred and Twenty Nine-Fish and Chips By Chaos Fangs of hunger gnaw my spine— forgot to eat again… So I step out into the world in search of a remedy for what ails, pass his filthy form, propped against the same wall he held up yesterday… Discomfort washes over, nauseous wave I can’t control, but passes as I pass him… …almost… The crunchy aroma of fish and chips drives his dirt and smell deep into the recessed closest to which I banish his kind in effort to ease shame and guilt… Taste buds seethe in anticipation of the newly purchased savor, wrapped in Styrofoam, and I retrace my famished footsteps… Our eyes lock from a block away, and his drop to my meal in a box, intense for a split second, then resume their inspection of the concrete before him, the whole of his miserable universe… Feet slow of their own accord, as he looks up, and my hand offers the medicine he craves, relinquish the meal I thought I needed so badly, to one who needs it more… “God bless you, Mate.” croaks the man, as he accepts this day’s salvation, “You’re an angel.” thanks a voice thick with gratitude, as my stomach lodges formal protest.. …which I ignore… There is a difference… …between hungry and starving.
Posted on: Tue, 03 Sep 2013 05:47:46 +0000
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