Food War


I am restless. I chide myself for acting so weirdly.

I try focussing on the words I am reading, but they don’t register at all.

I glance at the stopwatch on my phone for the nth time. I know, that’s crazy. I am willing it to buzz at 30 minutes, but oblivious to my racing pulse it is following its own pace.

The door bell rings, and I glance once again hopefully at the stopwatch.

“Damn, he is punctual, yet again”, I mutter.

I open the door and there he is… the smiling Pizza Delivery Boy.

Smiling at his victory? 30-minutes-or-less-symbol


I am taking part in The Write Tribe Festival of Words 8th – 14th December 2013.Β The Theme for today is Food.

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