This is a portfolio piece (that I'm going to have to either edit down or abandon as it's quite a bit over the word limit). Based on tastes/smells, we were tasked with keeping a food/drink diary for a day and then writing it into a story or poem. For some reason, I couldn't get it out of my head, I did the whole thing film noir style. So...yeah, read it in a Bogartian voice or something.
8 AM - I woke up and immediately wish I hadn't. I'd been
asleep for over 12 hours, my mouth was dry and the tongue fuzzy. The taste of
stale air permeated. I reached over and had a long chug of the lemon and lime
fizzy drink beside my bed and instantly felt revitalised. Back from the dead.
9 AM - I brush my teeth. The toothpaste is bland and
promises "Extreme whitening action." I'd trade all that for some mint
freshness. Why did they stop putting mint into toothpaste? Mint causes insanity
in some mammals, are they suggesting it causes madness in humans too? The cold
tap water washes away the blandness.
11 AM - I break my fast late today, a bacon sandwich. The
bacon is off and slight too burnt. I don't care, bacon is bacon and so it goes
down well anyway. The animals gather for scraps, but as it was bacon, there are
none, sorry kiddos.
7 PM - It's been a long day, there's nothing in the
refrigerator and I decide that I don't want Chinese again so I head out into
the rain to get to get a sandwich down at the subway. The rain follows me into
the store, the help as eager as ever to help. "What can I get you
sir?" "A sandwich, meat." "What kind of meat sir, would you
like some chorizo? It's our special today." Sure, whatever, I answer,
waving him away. I've never had chorizo before, but whatever animal it's cut
from has got to be one of god's favourites, spicy, in all the right kinda ways,
that's for sure. I hope He don't get too angry with me for enjoying this
sandwich. I treat myself to a glazed donut from A's da's place, as it's been a
while, and it leaves me feeling good enough to box God if he is upset about the
whole chorizo business.
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