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Pasta

April 17, 2014
By matryoshkadoll97 SILVER, New York, New York
matryoshkadoll97 SILVER, New York, New York
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The scent of Italian food,
?finds its way,
?the aroma wafting into my window.?
Induced are images of the idealized,
large and boisterous family laughing around a table.?

The laughs distort, morphing into banshee-esque screams.

The meal is ravenously consumed.?

They must repent.?

All that remains is the pang of regret that comes along with being condemned to suffer a state of engorgement.?
The smell fades,? and I am

empty.


The author's comments:
I inhaled the scent of my neighbor's dinner, dominating the room, as I took a shower.

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