A Photo Prompt to Tell a Snippet Tale. From Friday Fictioneers.
Tuna on Rye…Really?
My cellmate was tired. His gait had slowed. His eyes watered with a mix of allergies and sadness. His shoulders hunched, ever so slightly, but I saw.
We rarely spoke. When we did, it was in whispers.
Maybe he ran out of words? I know he has run out of time.
Thank you, Sir, you are most kind.
Tuna on rye with deli mustard, chips and a kosher dill.
How about Steak and Potatoes? a head shake, no.
The hallway was florescent-lit, narrow and silent.
To Me, a wavy smile and a nod. Then he moved on.