It was never a good thing to allow desperate hunger to be sated by a present, but less than acceptable option. Sure the pain would ease or better be dulled by the lying lull of fullness and satisfaction, only to come back with a vengeance and a demand for retribution for the red herring that was dealt like the perfect dish.
Him…he was the red-herring or more so like popcorn, the kind gotten from the concession stand at the rundown theatre. He looked oh so tempting when out of reach, but turned out to be perfectly stale, over salty, greased down with imitation butter, and served hot with enough flaky kernels to make your gums pray mercy and beg for a dental hygienist.
Sad thing is…that is the price one pays for popcorn. Sadder still, many of us will never stop eating it.
*This is my micro-fiction piece, done as a companion to my first ever Inktober illustration. My list was acquired from @alexandradikaia on Instagram. My unique word combination for this day is “YELLOW DINNER.”