Lunch
by Rebecca Parten
My mind races in anticipation as my stomach growls like a hungry pack of wolves about to prey on their next victim
It seems like lunch took forever to get here
I open my tattered, wrinkly, brown bag camouflaged in creases, causing it to crackle
Pulling out the precious contents suddenly I am in a sea of peanut butter and strawberry kiwi juice
Carefully I detach the thin, clear plastic straw from the shiny, rectangular shaped pouch of juice
Pushing the straw through the tiny, circular hole I take a sip
As I gulp some of the juice I taste a sweet and fruity liquid with a punch of tanginess at the end
I feel as if I am in a raging, foaming sea of this delicious juice, like the one pictured on the pouch
Proceeding on I am overwhelmed with the scent of peanut butter
I remove the soft sandwich from its clear plastic bag
The bag crinkles a little and then I take a bite of the sandwich
Smooth creamy peanut butter enters my mouth, along with the soft and squishy bread
As I chew my mouth becomes sticky in that classic state when eating a peanut butter sandwich
I hear the thump, thump, thump, of my teeth doing their job of crushing and grinding the food
Time for another sip of juice and yet again I am overwhelmed with the fruity tastes of strawberries and kiwis
I finish my sandwich and move on the graham crackers
I break one in half along the cute little dotted lines with a crisp “snap”
Taking a bite results in yet another “snap” and I being to chew
“Snap, crack, snap”
It tastes okay, but I find myself wishing there was some warm, melted chocolate and a nice gooey marshmallow in between two of them
With that, I move on to the “fun size” version of a Three Musketeers bar
I open the tiny bit of scrumptious milk chocolate and I am in chocolate heaven
It’s soft and chewy when I take a bite
The calming smell of cocoa swifts around me
The back of my throat is covered in chocolate, feeling as if it is mucus like when you have a sinus infection, however it doesn’t bother me that much and
As I finish the tiny bar I wish I had another
Knowing fully well that, sadly, it would upset my stomach
I throw away the empty bags and think about my lunch
It was a good lunch, and now I am full.
However, I can’t help but wonder
What are we having for dinner?
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