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THIS IS A 100 WORDS CONTEST ENTRY

Poi

Published by PLEOPARD | Thursday, July 29, 2010 7:10 AM


BR 100 word contest


Every night, Mama would say, "No talk stink- the poi going get rotten". So I held my tongue about sister, Papa stopped talking about the job, and we ate. Dinners started quiet, but ended with laughter; her admonition clearing away the day. Then came the shortage: taro and construction. Dinners became moody. I went to college and learned about the recession. I ate instant potatoes alone letting the dishes pile up, till the smell drove my roommate out. No calling home, I was rotten. Once I craved poi, but the market only had day-old, too sour to hold down.


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