MAS Story Writers Blog

Breakfast

Posted in Uncategorized by brianjrez on October 28, 2009

Hand griped to the pan as the simmering grease splatters on his hands.  He reaches over with a crooked fork and stabs the slabs.  Like a thousand needles jumping over the edge it stings as he cooks.  He never flinches, never  waivers.  But why would he?  Everything is better with bacon.  Even burnt hands.

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