Friday, January 30, 2009

The First Supper

Inside was filled with familiar smells of home. A candle burned brightly on the small galley table and a pot bubbled away on the stove. 
"Sit, please," said the young boy.
Max slid himself into the seat, and relaxed back against the foamy soft cushions. The boat was warm and cosy, and he thought he could live here. On the walls were photos of a woman and a small girl. His family perhaps? He didn't dare ask. The boy brought food to the table - freshly baked bread, and a large bowl of fruit to have after dinner. He then busied himself with serving the meal. It arrived before Max in an enormous bowl. His mouth watered as stared into the bowl.
"What is it?" he asked. The boy looked at him, a smile flickering through his dark eyes.
"Ah -  ancient secret from family," he said with a bit of a laugh.
"Eat up," the boy said, making eating gestures with his own hands.
Max picked up his spoon and slowly dipped it deep into the young boy's family secret, his eyes shifting back to the photos that hung on the wall.

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