Hunger
He orders the largest, most expensive pizza, with everything on it. Except anchovies. He brings home pricey Belgian beer. And why the hell not?
He hates his lifeless job. He’s lost his girlfriend. He knows he is feeding the wrong hunger, but you can only do what you can do.
Souvenir
The lace gown still hangs in the closet, a bewildering, unwelcome reminder.
Never worn, it is now just evidence of a promise that mysteriously evaporated into rarefied air. At the last minute, the plan simply fell apart.
Maybe someday she will find courage and give it another try. Maybe. Someday.
Thank you
for permission to use your fine photo.
Good line, 'feeding the wrong hunger' - so true.
I’ve turned to pizza for comfort sometimes too, we all have to find what works. My bff’s favorite pizza has always been double cheese and pepperoni. Now she’s in a nursing home, not doing well. You made me think of bringing a double cheese pepperoni next time I visit her! (I made this fifty words for fun. Thanks!)