A Meal

The table was set ahead of time while potatoes in onions and red chillies danced on butter with jalapeños…..garlic sashayed…

Eggs whipped….percolating  coffee……a jam session in high order with rim shots and toast shakin’ ’em down….Yes…yes…yes….Amen….

A flute of Champagne poured… candle lit….creation dolloped with sour cream….Cilantro….what the hell….

Alone….eating alone…..

It never felt like this before….

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dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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