Hello! This is basically a themes challenge, where I randomly generate a different theme from a given list and then give myself 15 mins (give or take) to write anything I can come up with. Randomness ensues!
Theme: Starving
The cold, wet rain was dripping down over the eaves of the store front under which Cal was sheltering. He shivered as he pulled his hoodie closer around him, staring out through the depressing gloom of the evening. A couple of people were walking past, mostly business men hurrying to get home or catch a taxi. No one paid any attention to Cal. He was just like any other tramp. A raggedy, hungry hobo crouching on the street.
Hungry.
Cal's stomach was grumbling alarmingly. He hadn't had anything to eat all day. Flat out of cash, and with Boges unable to reach him, there was no chance of any food. He sighed and stared at a glimmer of lights around the street corner. A warm, delicious smell wafted through the air towards him, the savoury smell of frying garlic. Cal licked his lips and imagined a bite of hot, greasy pizza sliding down his throat. Wonderful. Stretchy, melting cheese topped with salty pepperoni and crisp onion. It would be accompanied by an ice-cold, fizzy glass of lemonade, much better than the stale water he'd been forced to drink from the public tap. For dessert he would have his Mum's chocolate mousse… fluffy, creamy, sugary sweet….
Cal sighed, shaking away the thoughts. There was no point thinking about food when he had no way of obtaining any. It would just make him worse. There was a rustling nearby, and he glanced down to see a rat darting through the shadows before scuttling into a sewer. He was so hungry, he could have eaten that rat. Bones and all. Crunch crunch. He could almost taste the matted fur between his teeth and the slippery feel of it's tail, like a long, thick strand of spaghetti. A violent shudder wrecked his body, and he nearly wretched from the thought. He blinked furiously and tried to focus on good food again. He wasn't so mad yet, not so crazy as to consider eating disease-ridden vermin. He rearranged his hoodie and sighed again loudly. Where was Griff and his chips when you needed him?
Unable to take it any longer, Cal stood up and stretched his tired limbs before starting a slow trek to the train station. He'd promised not to bother Repro any more, but hunger was getting the better of him. He'd just have to beg the man to help him and end up owing him another favour. Again.
Ahh, 'tis rather short. C365 needs more stories! I love hearing feedback/criticism so please review! :)