The grumbling tummy said “go ahead” but morals said “hold on”.
I was torn between hunger and pride, tiredness and humility. Sandwich – lying on the trash can left by its previous owner probably because he was too busy to eat it, because he can eat stomach full later – gave me a disgusted look, knowing my intention in savoring it and appease my famished stomach.
I was torn between hunger and pride, tiredness and humility. Sandwich – lying on the trash can left by its previous owner probably because he was too busy to eat it, because he can eat stomach full later – gave me a disgusted look, knowing my intention in savoring it and appease my famished stomach.
Though pride got in the way and didn’t let me touch the food, I couldn’t neglect stomach’s pleas.
As I gave in to stomach’s plea and took a bite of the food, I felt tears rolling down my cheeks – eyes thanking me on stomach’s behalf.
Written for Five Sentence Fiction prompt – Hunger hosted by Lillie Mcferrin.
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