my entries for the Construct Cup |
| I wasn’t hungry until the phone rang, and the mean, smug voice at the end of the line told me she was at the patisserie, smelling them, buying one, putting one into her mouth, and my mouth watered with anticipation, and I wanted one NOW! but England is so far away, and in the Southern United States, other foods rule (although I’ve never really understood the appeal of slime— well, frying saves anything), and I sat back and wished for a pocketful of heaven to warm my hands, to feed me— but I could just listen to her chewing at the other end of the line and dream. line count: 25 Prompt 15 ▶︎ |