Daniel Lestrud
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The Little Black Money Book
There it was, just sitting on the edge of her desk. Every contact and relation she had, all tidy in one little black book. It would fit into my breast pocket and nobody would even notice. She would be gone the rest of the weekend and I could have it back by Sunday night before she came back on Monday.
By Daniel Lestrud3 years ago in Humans
Game Day Buffet, the rise of champions amongst snacks
When the buffet is another game day endzone The fall begins the playoffs in any sports kitchen across America. When the gastronomical fortitude of any couch and armchair player's prowess is tested against an array of sturdy disposable plates and hardy handy wipes. The lean summer gut is again replenished with barley suds and an assortment of fat-laden and sugar-loaded gourmet delights. A seasonal appreciation of regional delicacies that begin to encompass the cultural diaspora of ethnicities that encompass an American past time, a Sunday football spread.
By Daniel Lestrud3 years ago in Feast
The Night Parliament
The blackest section of the county road was only lit by the last sliver of a summer moon. She was driving too fast, we could barely keep up with the headlights. Hearts were racing to deaden the sharp hollow pain in our guts from the fight. She was staring straight ahead anticipating every bump in the long strip of asphalt. Frost heave had taken what laborers had laid down flat and waved it into a wobbly and undulating curved amusement ride, we provided the fear level with our ’64 mustang. The steering had loosened over the years and caused the old car to drift. We treated her like a sailboat constantly correcting and revolving the wheel left and right, even on straight flat drives.
By Daniel Lestrud3 years ago in Humans