On a hungry stomach

“Is this a house?”

“It looks like an old-fashioned inn we read about in story books”.

“It’s not inspiring enough for me to get in,” Ted said, turning his face away with an upturned nose.

So we walked on, the anticipation of finding a place that would satisfy Ted’s taste and my rumbling stomach keeping us going.

I’m no history buff, but I couldn’t help feeling a pang of regret for potentially missing out on a story that the old structure might be holding.

Maybe the stewardess has a story about an exotic dish  I will sample. Hope never dies.


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26 thoughts on “On a hungry stomach

  1. Sometimes the prompts are difficult. Love your take on it, though. I grew up in a little town that had a downtown of antique store fronts built in the late 1800’s. I could, and have, written many a curious tale about their hidden passages (yes, many had been used during the time of slavery to get people north). Maybe I’ll go there with my story. 2 days out from moving, things are hectic and harried here. Shalom, Bear

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