Like a predator waiting for a prey, I let myself be lost in this dark and mute cloak-like hole behind the thick brick wall.
She’s coming, soon.
With eyes focused in my treasured black bag, which has been ‘mine’ since I was twelve, I tried to silence my growling stomach. My heartbeat races, my mouth’s juice leaks as I sniff her scent – grilled seafood, maybe fish, (this is new) and the usual bitter coffee breath.
My sharp ears excitedly anticipates the usual crumpling noise followed by slingshot-like wind whip.
Her restaurant aroma fades.
My dinner is served.
Word count: 100 words
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Photo credit: Emmy L. Gant
In response to Friday Fictioneers prompt for 11 March 2016.
Friday Fictioneers is a weekly writing challenge hosted by the generous Fairy Blog-Mother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction.