Theme: 29: Toast
Toast
Summary: Toast, a small trifle, but when you're in captivity, toast is everything.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Chronicles of Narnia, C.S. Lewis does. I just really love it.
Author's Note: Very short angsty drabble. My first try at the amazing world of Narnia. Hope it isn't crap. Constructive criticism welcome.
If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world. J.R.R. Tolkien
"Narnia's not going to run out of toast, Ed." Lucy's voice floated above the loud sound of me gnawing my way through my piece of toast. I smile on the outside, but on the inside I turn away.
Toast was a small thing at Aslan's camp, but at Jadis' no one fed me, no one paid attention except for that dwarf. I could hear my stomach rumbling ever since I left the Beaver's home, but I scorned the stale bread and frozen water that one of the Witch's ogre's gave me. Hunger gnawed at me and thirst bit me.
I pulled outside of that newly closed pain, and shook my head, taking another bite.
Narnia might not run out of toast, but I felt better having it.
