originally posted by: pthena
a reply to: ThatDamnDuckAgain
There it sat,
perched on a plate before me
like an offering to a hungry and forgotten god.
Stacked high on a shiny brioche bun, with bright sedimentary layers of tomato lettuce and onion and sharp cheese dripping down the sides of a thick
patty was just the thing I’d been salivating for, my unattainable and unreachable hope the reason I’d kept dragging one foot in front on another
through the lonely wilderness when every other fiber of my being had already given up.
Now it was here in front of me, I’d already devoured it with my eyes, my stomach turned as the aroma gave my taste buds a quick preview.
Nevermind that the toothpick sticking through the burger was topped with a word that echoed the very thought in my head when I’d spotted the pink
neon “Diner” in the wastelands.. “Impossible,” I’d thought. And “Impossible,” the word on a flag on a toothpick in my burger.
Nevermind that the waitress hadn’t taken my order, had already known and had unceremoniously but with an odd look loudly set the very thing I’d
been dreaming of in front of my wondering eyes.
Of course I would eat it. To resist would be impossible.
At the first bite my tongue was repulsed, my stomach cramped radiating sharp stabbing pain. I spat large half chewed pieces out in a rapid fire
“I knew something was wrong, you demoness!” I stared furiously at the shrinking waitress. “What poison is this?”
She had composed herself enough to square up for a fight rather than a flight. “It’s what ya ordered, yer ram-bull-lin freak! You came in here
mutterin about impossible burger, well that’s whatcha got!”
a friend's artwork
not my pic
this one is though, from venice
edit on 27-8-2020 by zosimov because: (no reason given)