Cecilia Penner
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A short story, poet type.
Stories (7/0)
Counterfeit Feast
Hunger burned in my belly. Most of the time it was a dull ache that I could distract myself from, but there were moments when it turned into a pain I couldn’t ignore. This was one of those times. I went over to the cupboard and looked for something to take the bite off the pain in my stomach. There wasn’t much to be found. There were a few small bags of chips and a couple of half-eaten candy bars. I took one out and broke a piece off. Not exactly what you’d call a healthy meal, but it would do. I sat down at my old creaky table – the only one I’d ever known. I didn’t actually think it was that bad because I didn’t remember experiencing anything else. Sure, it was falling apart and covered in stains from all kinds of drink spills, but it did the job. There were some nicer looking ones in the magazine that I often flipped through, but those weren’t real. I had never seen someone actually own one of those. The pictures in the magazine were pretend people with pretend lives. My life was the only one I’d ever lived and it did not involve fancy tables and especially not the steaming food that I saw in those pictures.
By Cecilia Penner3 years ago in Futurism