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Appearing in Summer 2008 Pegasus Soup’s On his body filled the door frame, his shadow carpeting the foyer. Hunger came
calling. Quietly he ordered his
food, and ate his soup with his head bent over so close to the bowl that he had only to twist his wrist to put the soupspoon to his mouth. No worry about spilling on
his sweatshirt; when the soup overlapped the spoon it dripped directly back into the bowl. Recycling, sustaining. A full
stomach. A good ending.
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Appearing in issue #18 of Backstreet Hemingway and MeSeated at the table to my
right: a sociable business lunch—the men loud, full of verbal bravado, the women covertly flirtatious except for one woman who ate quietly, staring at her plate. No promotion in sight for
her. Two people behind me were talking in stage whispers so you know they are conversing, but not exactly about what. I think they were
discussing how to make Jello. For chrissakes,
I coulda told them boil some water, add the Jello
mix, stick it in the refrigerator. I’d like to think they
were really discussing Jello wrestling. Four older ladies in
front of my booth divided their bill and got up to leave. One of them turned and
looked at me. “You look so lonely,” she
said and I answered “What are you suggesting?” She laughed. Two of her
companions sort of snorted (I think they were very close companions). “You should mind your own business, woman next to her. Shook my head no, smiled. for a quorum of a relationship. All I required was an
interesting book. You don’t get lonely
reading Hemingway.
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