A Gourmet Meal
Itís hopeless. My social security check canít cover the never-ending price increases for gas, food, medications, rent, utilities, doctor visits, taxes.
Iím so hungry. But Iím too embarrassed to ask neighbors for leftovers, like last month.
My pantryís empty, except for paper napkins and half bottle of ketchup.
Iím reminded that I once saw a drunk feeding ketchup-soaked paper napkins to a mule as a cruel joke. I couldnít believe my eyes when the dumb animal gobbled up the whole box, as if it were five-star, world-class, gourmet food.
Wow! The mule was right!
submitted at 4:48am
4 June 2009
Michael's stories have been published by 108 magazines and 30 anthologies.