By Simon Hole
He had been living alone since his wife left and this was his regular Thursday meal: boxed macaroni and cheese. Was real cheese ever that color? He shoveled some in, chewing slowly, trying not to think about the metallic taste that would be left in his mouth.
Instead, he imagined a scrumptious feast: fish smothered with cream sauces, veal blanketed with Parmesan cheese, golden brown turkeys, piping hot soups.
Expecting magical aromas, he inhaled deeply. With a nose full of macaroni and cheese, he picked up his plate and headed for the garbage disposal, wondering what his ex was eating tonight.
Wonderful! The ending caught me by surprise! Liked this one.
Thanks, Bobby. I think there is a much longer version of this that wants to be written, one with a much darker ending.
The sad reality of loneliness after divorce or a breakup. Well done. I actually pictured a bowl of mac & cheese.
Thank you Sheila. His Friday meal is probably the fish and chips from down the street, take out, but the Mac & Cheese seemed to carry more punch.
That mac & cheese can smell quite awful, yet taste delicious, came flooding back to me.
i pictured a meal my bf used to cook for me..damn… i miss it
lovely story)