MINUSCULE MEMOIRS

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two| hunger

tasteless, that's what the food felt like. the usual salted butter spread on the slightly burnt bread reminded me of the sand paper i'd once put in my mouth when i was a kid

the salty aroma and the warm scent of the freshly made bread no longer made my mouth salivate instead the contents inside my stomach lurched in response. somehow i sloppily chewed on it but when the time came to swallow it, my throat constricted. hurriedly I filled a glass of water, the burbling sound resonating in the calm morning ambiance, and gulped the food down with a sip. the aftertaste making me gag a little

I looked down at the bread on my plate, a bite taken from it, by me. the melted butter spread on the golden-brown surface of the bread looked like honey oozing out of honeycomb

it looked delicious and maybe tasted too, but to me, it was just a baked piece of sourdough that silenced my growling stomach but not my soul

maybe because it was hungry for something else

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