Title: Regrettable Actions
Word Count 1646
Disclaimer I did not invent them
Sausages again. Sausages and the bread that coated his mouth with the strange taste for hours. He looked down at it with distaste. 'Eat what's put before you Rob.' That is what his mother would say. She would say it, even here, where the world made no sense. She would wipe her red hands down over her apron, and that is what she would say. 'Waste not, want not, Rob Hunter.' She was dead now, ten years, but she would not let that stop her. She would be standing in the kitchen doorway, and that is just what she would say. Even here, in prison, in Spain.
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