The evening air danced over every inch of my exposed flesh.
I crossed and uncrossed my legs as I waited in eager anticipation for my bus.
My stomach was roaring like an untamed lion. If I didn’t get some food inside it within the next couple of minutes I didn’t know what I was going to do.
In all honesty if I did do something crazy, let’s just say I couldn’t be held responsible for my actions.
An abandoned leaf, rustled past me on the pavement. I focused on it until it was out of sight. I envied its freedom.
A lone warrior heading to God know’s where, about to experience a wealth of new opportunities and here I was stuck waiting for the 484 bus at 9:10pm.
This is what hunger, no I mean hunger did to you. I could’ve cooked something, that I knew, but I wanted something salty, greasy. Basically something that was so bad, but felt so good.
I turned up the volume in my headphones, trying to distract my stomach from thoughts of food, but it did no good. The beast was furious.
Where the fuck was this bus!
It felt like someone was taunting me. Playing some really mean games with my emotions.
All I wanted was some food. It wasn’t so much to ask for was it. I mean it was my basic human right to have food shoved into my mouth and digested.
I closed my eyes, allowing the wind to caress my face. It was kind of soothing, but not soothing enough.
Finally after what felt like a millennia, I glimpsed a flash of red in my peripheral.
I felt the beast within stand down.