A Meal Of Sorts
I doubt I’d taken leave of my senses, in the kitchen I look at the toast cut in cubes and the filling I had tossed together. Thinking of her beautiful locs as I slide stuffing into bite-size sandwich. I drive a stick through four sandwiches when I’m done, arranging them on a plate with learnt precision. I grab a pinch of spring onions and scatter the vivid green over the plate. I look down, I’m…
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