Just a Bowl of Corn
Tears blurred my vision. I fought my emotions inside, my cheeks, the little muscles under my eyes. I would not cry.
A light seemed to illuminate the golden bowl of corn topped with butter melting on it now, sprinkled with bits of salt and pepper, I could see, that completed it's beauty.
My stomach growled. I hadn't ate in so long.
I trembled as I raised the spoon to my lips. Sweat broke out on my face. Saliva filled my mouth in anticipation, my stomach growled again. Nothing had ever tasted as delicious to my starving tongue.
Now tears flowed freely down my cheeks.
It was just a bowl of corn.