A soft crackling mixed with the insect songs, conversations long since worn to an end. Yet the only thing on their minds was how to get that perfect gold, soft center, crisp bite.
It fell off the stick.
Squishy at first, smells burnt
Sort of white and then turns black, and blacker, and then turns into the coals
Opps. Guess i’ll need to get another one.
And then that one falls off too.
I’ll never get to eat my smore…
Julie
The vendor was fat, looking like she was eating her own goods, the sugary tarts, topped with frosting and whipped cream. She looked like skin covering covering a pillow, soft like a feather bed. But when she handed Boun the change, Boun accidentally touched her arm. Her arm felt like the muscle under the skin was soft and pliable, like the marshmallow stuffing.
A soft crackling mixed with the insect songs, conversations long since worn to an end. Yet the only thing on their minds was how to get that perfect gold, soft center, crisp bite.
It fell off the stick.
Squishy at first, smells burnt
Sort of white and then turns black, and blacker, and then turns into the coals
Opps. Guess i’ll need to get another one.
And then that one falls off too.
I’ll never get to eat my smore…
The vendor was fat, looking like she was eating her own goods, the sugary tarts, topped with frosting and whipped cream. She looked like skin covering covering a pillow, soft like a feather bed. But when she handed Boun the change, Boun accidentally touched her arm. Her arm felt like the muscle under the skin was soft and pliable, like the marshmallow stuffing.