Happy Sunday! This flash was written as a photo prompt. It had strict guidelines: a 75 word limit, and it had to include a revolutionary or a droid. I went with the former. Hope my strain of this story still keeps a nourishing essence. Enjoy!
Fishy smells from the kitchen summon them, and I’m busy straining this week’s batch. The steam pots remind me of the scorched, starving masses crowding the doors.
In the back, screams. The well-to-do roll down their socks, and lift their feet onto blocks, each nail extracted with pliers. Penance to the poor, a requirement. Besides, all will be regrown with time. A dinner triangle rings, a Thai liberty bell. Time for Toenail Khao Tom Pla.
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Ha, that looks like an interesting challenge but, jeez, 75 words is compact.
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Itty bitty flash-bite-size really
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Yes, I agree with Mr Bump. 75 words is a tasty challenge.
I am still wincing at the toenail extraction.😨.
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Thank you. Yes, will regrow, but that will be a memorable donation to the poor.
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I kinda likened it to peanut butter – smooth or crunchy 🤣
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Sounds deelish!
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Soups always have at least one secret ingredient, no? Thanks, Hobbo.
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😂
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….may I have seconds please? 😉
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Aw, thanks, I’ll strain extra careful for your batch, friend. 🙂
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Thanks, the first batch was a bit narley. 😁
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Oh my heavens! That ending!
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Thanks, Susan. Appreciate you reading and commenting. No toe-nailing what might happen. 😉
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love the specificity of this 🙂 the poem is tactile and tethered 🙂
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