Dinner

She served them a hearty, delicious meal in the middle of the night. They all seemed to enjoy the meal, as though it was day. "Your sweet meal keeps us awake!" one of the guests commended the host. "I always cook when my eyes are closed," she replied. The three men wondered how she managed to season the meal so right, with salt and spices, to come up with such a meal. "Do you dress or undress while your eyes are closed," a man randomly asked. "No," she reluctantly replied. "I only close my eyes when I'm cooking... you ate my lineage and your friends. Their limbs, hands, feet, eyes, liver... everything! Everything is in form of meat and stew!

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Tom Arnone

Date: 9/6/2016 11:31:00 AM

Teddy, I wanted very much to like this very short poem/story -- but, are you saying she was feeding them people? ;-)

Teddy Kimathi
Date: 9/8/2016 2:44:00 AM

Hahaha. No, she's not a cannibal. She's a symbolism of Karma. We have a season of enjoying life, and a time we embrace death. Her blindness is Karma's indifference. Her cooking is war, disease, terrorism, aging...etc.

Teddy Kimathi
Date: 9/8/2016 2:44:00 AM

Thank you so much Tom, for commenting on my piece!! ;-)

Lewis Nyaga

Date: 9/6/2016 5:29:00 AM

A most intriguing write Teddy..//blessings

Teddy Kimathi
Date: 9/8/2016 2:37:00 AM

Thank you so much bro, for reading and enjoying my piece!! ;-)