We hungered for merriment. Our world came to a boil. The plot thickened then we feasted on the obnoxious stew. It was a transparent recipe. The chef was a horrible cook, believing he could spice things up with empty talk and table salt.
Published by David W. Jones
David is a writer and blogger who enjoys creating literary expressions about everyday life. He is a published poet and currently doing reviews, creative writing, and storytelling. David's interests include narrating point-of-view scenarios, documenting non-fiction, and writing scripts for film and television.
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