I might still make it in time for dinner, thought Robert hungrily as he weaved between pedestrians on their way home. At least he’d managed to warm up a bit in this afternoon’s sun. And if he hurried he might get lucky – warm with a decent meal in his belly. It rarely happened these days.
Robert sighed with relief when he arrived at the centre and saw they were still serving meals. Tonight, dinner was cooked by the chefs from the nearby barbaggio – roast meat and vegetables with gravy and bread rolls. It was the same every Monday night but Robert wasn’t complaining. Lady Luck was finally on his side.
For 100 consecutive days I will write and post a short story (about 100 words) incorporating a randomly selected word from Afterliff: A new dictionary of things there should be words for.
The tourist place you go to for the first meal of your holiday because you don’t yet know any better.
The feeling of having stepped in something wet while wearing socks.