Pillow Monologue
Pallow
I rested my forearms on the marble stone, anxiously staring at the quartz clock ticking. I could feel the coldness rising from elbows and out my undercut finger nails. Waiting, for the promised Kabuli Pallow I had been waiting days for. I was tired from all the stress of year 11 and was going to clear my mind after dinner at danny’s place, who invited me over for the first time.
My mum came closer to me as my head tilted. Observing the bowl which was supposed to be a plate, the smell was familiar but yet not the one I wanted.
I took one whiff and something was not right all all. Our eyes met together as I scrunched up my face in recoil.
I scanned bowel and shrugged my shoulder. It was not want I wanted. Instead it was leftovers from last night, shorwa. …show more content…
The food stood dejected. I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth as I smiled at Jack. Opening my eyes, I wearily glanced at his half empty plate. “Ugh” I blasted, but then quickly reacted with a series cough, attempting nto play it off.
“Are going to eat that?” he ambiguously questioned, snapping me out of trance
“All yours” I replied as I shoved the plate away.
As i got home I could hear my stomach breath, growling heavily and i went straight to the fridge.
Gets home late at night. Mum is still up showing his ripped pants, while everyone is asleep. His stomach growls because he is hungry. He goes straight for the fridge to have some Challow which he earlier threw away out of disgust.
He digs in, insert descriptive passage of the food in a very positive, optimistic manner. He finishes the plate without a single grain left. He looks up from the table at his mum over the other side of the kitchen, under the light, sowing. The teenager cries.
There are still great wonders to be discovered. We find them not just in the lack void of the unknown but in the white noise of everyday life – in the things we barely notice, the things we almost forget such as
I rested my forearms on the marble stone, anxiously staring at the quartz clock ticking. I could feel the coldness rising from elbows and out my undercut finger nails. Waiting, for the promised Kabuli Pallow I had been waiting days for. I was tired from all the stress of year 11 and was going to clear my mind after dinner at danny’s place, who invited me over for the first time.
My mum came closer to me as my head tilted. Observing the bowl which was supposed to be a plate, the smell was familiar but yet not the one I wanted.
I took one whiff and something was not right all all. Our eyes met together as I scrunched up my face in recoil.
I scanned bowel and shrugged my shoulder. It was not want I wanted. Instead it was leftovers from last night, shorwa. …show more content…
The food stood dejected. I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth as I smiled at Jack. Opening my eyes, I wearily glanced at his half empty plate. “Ugh” I blasted, but then quickly reacted with a series cough, attempting nto play it off.
“Are going to eat that?” he ambiguously questioned, snapping me out of trance
“All yours” I replied as I shoved the plate away.
As i got home I could hear my stomach breath, growling heavily and i went straight to the fridge.
Gets home late at night. Mum is still up showing his ripped pants, while everyone is asleep. His stomach growls because he is hungry. He goes straight for the fridge to have some Challow which he earlier threw away out of disgust.
He digs in, insert descriptive passage of the food in a very positive, optimistic manner. He finishes the plate without a single grain left. He looks up from the table at his mum over the other side of the kitchen, under the light, sowing. The teenager cries.
There are still great wonders to be discovered. We find them not just in the lack void of the unknown but in the white noise of everyday life – in the things we barely notice, the things we almost forget such as