It was a fucking travesty. A race to see who would finish first. There was never enough deliciousness to go around. One per person with that oddball roll left hanging in the balance. It was survival of the fittest at its finest—a game she played with them once a month—twice if she was feeling extra vicious. Mother nibbled slowly waiting for the showdown. Father versus daughter, choking like savages. Daughter’s hand shot in like a rocket. She was quick but couldn’t hide the conflict on her face. Father wondered why they didn’t just split the roll into thirds.
By Lisa H. Owens
Just 100 Words
100 Word Stories - December, 2021
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