I put the phone back into my pocket.
FOOD I move silently towards the flickering light, excited that the elusive thief is, at last, in the net. A skeletal man, squatting on the ground, gobbles roasted potato after potato. As I take out my phone, a whining sound comes from the dark, causing his hand, holding the last potato, to freeze midway towards his mouth. An emaciated dog emerges gingerly, its hungry eyes on the potato. The man hesitates for a moment, and places the potato before it. The uninvited guest grabs the offer, and withdraws slowly backwards, wagging its tail.
I put the phone back into my pocket.
Krystyna
4/3/2021 03:07:22 pm
Sivan, the clarity of your words evokes a binding emotional connection to your story. Well done!
Pamela Kennedy
4/3/2021 03:18:21 pm
Such a heart warming story about sharing...very nicely done.
Jennifer Duncan
4/3/2021 03:28:25 pm
Shared suffering connecting man and beast. Really well written.
Sue Clayton
5/3/2021 02:21:37 am
Really enjoyed this piece, Sivan. A tale told from the heart.
Candace Arthuria Williams
5/3/2021 06:27:25 pm
So glad you put the phone back in your pocket. The ultimate example of charity. Perfect ending, Sivan.
Mary Wallace
5/3/2021 09:28:16 pm
Beautiful Silvan. Lovely story. Comments are closed.
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