By Lily Mulholland
Ramondo sure liked Christmas. Stuffed turkey, lamb, chicken, all cooked to perfection. Slugs of ham with maraschino cherries cresting diamonds carved into fatty hide. Roast potatoes with homemade gravy. His mouth watered just thinking about it. Tummy rumbling, Ramondo began on the dessert menu. He adored his grandmother’s fruit mince pies, although he’d made himself sick eating them more than once. He loved plum pudding, especially the homemade ones containing pennies saved from his youth. He wiped the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief. It wouldn’t do to actually drool on his shirt. Ramondo sighed. His virtual Christmas feast had tired him out. Deciding a little lie down was in order, he swung his feet up onto the cot. He lay back and ignored the bars on his cell; he didn’t need reminding that it would be another twelve years until his next Christmas feast.
Everyone needs Christmas. Good story!
ReplyDeleteMaybe all of those missed Christmases will keep him on the straight and narrow in twelve years. :) Happy holidays, Lily!
ReplyDeleteAw, too bad, just looking, but no tasting. Oh well, the internet can do wonders! He'd better make Santa's nice list if he wants to taste! Fun story!
ReplyDeleteAwww. 12 years is a long time.
ReplyDeleteVivid description of food! Slugs of ham, cresting diamonds, etc. Yum.
And here I am eating a yogurt.
Merry Christmas, Lily. I'm glad he was able to visulize the feast and get some small satisfaction. Twelve years is some serious hard time. Makes me wonder why he's in the slammer. I think I put on five pounds reading the description of his Christmases past.
ReplyDelete~jon
short, sharp and fun to read. 12 years heh!
ReplyDeleteAh, that's so sad. Very vivid descriptions of the food!
ReplyDeleteNow I'm hungry, just like poor Ramondo... Peace, Linda
ReplyDeleteYou did a great job in such a small space. I'm hungry. Good thing it's breakfast!
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