Hell’s Cafeteria

When the sandwich girl is promoted to head chef (the last one quit), you know the food’s bad.

I keep a snack draw stocked with baked chips, granola bars, oatmeal— I try to eat healthy. Once, I finished a one-pound bag of pretzel sticks in a week. I know it’s the night crew’s doing.

They should do everyone in the office a favor and clean out that kitchen. Bury the mushy black-eyed peas, burnt chili, soft bow-tie pasta she illogically puts in the watered-down chicken noodle soup in the community garden under the moonlight. We’re sick of eating leftovers.

word count: 99

—Nortina


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© Madison Woods
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