{Words From a Freeze-Dried Strawberry}
I began my life in
the Strawberry Field. I called plenty of
fellows, with green tops, “Friend!”One day my soiled life was pulled out, frozen up,
and processed into the Breakfast of Conquerors. Now I wait to be
consumed, by children who will dump me in a plastic bowl of milk, and slurp me down.(23:365)
Trying something new! Posts will use one word from the previous post to begin their story. It will create a bridge between two stories.
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