A sour smell hits my nostrils. My stomach starts to turn, gristle sticks to my teeth, the sourness sticks to the back of my mouth, my tongue, my cheeks,my heart. The meat is spoiled. The rottenness is only diluted by the bite of the ice cold grape soda. I swirl the pop around my cheeks until the sour taste is gone. But it’s not quite gone. Every time I swallow it’s there.
Expectations were low. It’s a Liquor store that sells tacos and empty at lunch time. I should have just paid for my grape soda and moved on but my curiosity got the best of me. The cook looked at me like I must be crazy. Maybe I am. I just wanted a taco and a grape soda. But the meat was spoiled and I didn’t have it in me to tell them. Maybe it’s because I know that the pen is mightier than the plancha.
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