FOOD
Homeless and starving my stomach growls at the smell of roasting beef. I resent the queue of meat tragics heaping fried onions onto sizzling steaks and sausages, folded into slices of buttered bread, condiments on the side.
A woman sways unsteadily over to the barbecue, grabs the mustard, Semillon Blanc in one hand, slice of bread in the other. She collides with the meat tray. It hits the ground.
Dirt covered steak and sausages sit on top of the garbage bin, lid askew. I’m not proud and my mouth drools, tail wagging, as I tuck into the best meal ever.
A woman sways unsteadily over to the barbecue, grabs the mustard, Semillon Blanc in one hand, slice of bread in the other. She collides with the meat tray. It hits the ground.
Dirt covered steak and sausages sit on top of the garbage bin, lid askew. I’m not proud and my mouth drools, tail wagging, as I tuck into the best meal ever.
