Food –

Monday, and I’m barefoot in a Food Bank.
Had a weekend of walking past fast food dens, my tongue licking the air for nutrition.
No reading glasses, they fell off in a fist-fight next to a supermarket’s ‘Best Before’ skip. Can’t tell if this bag is Fusilli or Muesli?

  • This was originally written for the Sottish Book Trust’s ’50 word fiction competition’ – ‘write a story about food’
  • scotttishbooktrust.com
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