Dec 15, 2023 03:02
The words:
Seashore
Pot
Tray
Physical
Lacking
Wacky
Napoleon watched the seagulls fly over the distant seashore. What they were lacking in manners, they made up in grace.
Illya sat down, his tray laden with dishes. He’d only been out of hospital care for a week and Napoleon thought some time away would do them both good. “I didn’t think it was a physical possibility for you to eat more.”
Illya reached for a pot of mustard. “Call me wacky, but after a week in THRUSH Hilton, I’m hungry.”
“Was it very bad?”
Illya shook his head and reached for his fork. “Napoleon, they served hotdogs with ketchup!”
mfu,
gen fic,
six words