Two Dishes, But to One Table
By Dorian Gray
"Food" Drabble (100 words)
My puppet dares to challenge me. Do not doubt that I can refuse the boy his game, dismiss this pitiful gesture. Helpless shame exists already like rottenness in his heart -- I placed it there. I could make it spread like mold. But I have eaten of that dish before.
I will seem to yield. The palette craves new flavors.
He wins but knows, as I know, there is no victory. His hunger is my hunger -- I placed it there -- his food, my food.
What need is there for me to beat him now?
A copy will never surpass the original.