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Meat and Potatoes - A Literary Snack
Shara opened the freezer. A single tray of meat sat patiently. She picked it up: sausages, a day before the use-by date, like fat cryogenic worms.
She sighed. In the crisper a carrot and a couple of potatoes lounged about. The potatoes glared out of many pointed eyes. At least they were still firm.
The cupboard yielded a packet of rice with a loud red peg closing a bag with half a cup's worth in the corner. The random assortment of bottled sauces and spices that Bill had left when he skipped the flat were the only interesting foodstuffs left.
Shara was stuck paying out the rent Bill had left owing so she was broke until her Centrelink payment came through in two days' time.
"A paper form won't get me any more groceries." She thought angrily.
The door-knocker thudded. The only reason she'd moved into this dark old house was because Bill had talked her into moving out of their parents' homes together. Bill had seemed like a fun, sensible housemate to have around until she found the little green bag between the sofa cushions. It was too late by then; the lease had already been signed a month ago.
Shara put down the sparse meal collection and answered the door.
Shara opened the freezer. A single tray of meat sat patiently. She picked it up: sausages, a day before the use-by date, like fat cryogenic worms.
She sighed. In the crisper a carrot and a couple of potatoes lounged about. The potatoes glared out of many pointed eyes. At least they were still firm.
The cupboard yielded a packet of rice with a loud red peg closing a bag with half a cup's worth in the corner. The random assortment of bottled sauces and spices that Bill had left when he skipped the flat were the only interesting foodstuffs left.
Shara was stuck paying out the rent Bill had left owing so she was broke until her Centrelink payment came through in two days' time.
"A paper form won't get me any more groceries." She thought angrily.
The door-knocker thudded. The only reason she'd moved into this dark old house was because Bill had talked her into moving out of their parents' homes together. Bill had seemed like a fun, sensible housemate to have around until she found the little green bag between the sofa cushions. It was too late by then; the lease had already been signed a month ago.
Shara put down the sparse meal collection and answered the door.