Tuesday, January 3, 2017

Das Essen

The food bothered her more than anything. Too much of it at once (would make everyone sick?). She shunned it like she didn't have a body. She didn't need it want it. Desperate. To live. Showing up at the table, later. A few bites. She had to bring home a slop bucket they ate from grateful to the leftovers from the nuns. They were the only orphans in the town so everyone said.

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