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We arrived late at night, the process was simple, we all knew how to put it together and it was not long until we were out of the sun and the food was on the table.
I looked around at the faces of those that I loved and wondered about what was enough. What was needed or what was wanted. I looked back at my plate the flavour was the same, the same as always, but the smiles were there too, same as always.
‘You want to eat something? I’ll invite you.’
‘Nah not really…’
‘Okay, let’s put it another way, you want to come and eat with me?’
‘Where?’
‘Mitropolis.’
Simon paused thinking about the menu at Mitropolis. He sighed, his head rocked back in the arm chair and his mind ran through all the scenarios of eating out. He had food in the fridge and didn’t want to spend more money, he would see people that he had to make small talk with. He didn’t actually want another Greek Salad. It was busy and that meant the service would be shit. Should he take the dog… how… ‘Oh shut up’ He said out loud accidentally.
‘I didn’t say anything…’
‘Sorry, not you I was talking to myself. Maybe I give it a miss.’
‘But then I will have to go and eat by myself.’
‘Go to the supermarket and cook at home.’
‘Then I have to wash up…’
There was silence as they both thought through all the things that each of them didn’t want to do.
‘Oh fuck it, I’ll come to the restaurant.’ Simon announced.
‘Yeeeesss! Good man, I promise we won’t talk bullshit to strangers. Only interesting conversation.’
Simon laughed, ‘Interesting conversation… with you?’
They laughed together
‘Come on Malaka.’
Life From the Dirt 