Friday Fictioneers: Maxed Out


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He swallowed as his stomach let out another rumble, louder this time. “I know,” he sighed. He began to walk away but it was like his feet were locked in place.

“HUNGRY HUNGRY HUNGRY!” a voice in his brain shouted as loud as that neon sign.

“I can’t.” He’s maxed out on his eating-out budget for the month and it was only the 15th. If he indulged his desires, he would need to shift things around to make ends-meet and he hated shifting things around. “Let’s go,” he urged his starving body, “we have plenty of leftover chicken at home.”

(100 words)

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18 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: Maxed Out

    1. Unfortunately, it’s a new reality for many people. I remember feeling the pinch of my wallet during my recent trip to the grocery store. Everything cost more these days and even those in middle class are cutting back.

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  1. The smell of rotisserie chickens is irresistible, isn’t it? I feel for this guy; sometimes I don’t want to eat leftovers either but with a little imagination they can be delicious. It’s a sin for people to go without food, especially when the dumpsters behind restaurants are overflowing with food that could have been saved and sent to soup kitchens.

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