In One Hundred Words

Hunger was eating him alive. It was devouring him from the inside out, viciously gnawing at his being. It felt like he hadn’t eaten in years. In reality, it had only been a week since his last meal.

He remembered it fondly – a prepackaged “steak” dinner. The kind of food he’d normally complain about to his coworkers after landing at his destination. His mouth watered at the memory of the steak. His eyes moistened at the memory of his coworkers.

His coworkers! He’d buried the bodies that had washed ashore in the cool sand.

…Couldn’t be worse than “steak.”


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