The kid starts to bounce up and down on his bottom, his eyes wide and mouth already partly open. He thinks this is his too. When the first spoon goes to my mouth he has this slightly crestfallen look, but then starts his celebratory bounce again as the spoon goes back to the can. It comes out with a lump of chicken and he actually claps his hands, mouth now as wide as he can get it without swallowing the whole room. What can I do? In his mouth it goes and he clamps his lips around it. So that’s how it is, one for me and one for him until it’s all gone. I’m still hungry and I’m missing the chance for some flatbread at market. It’s gonna be a long week with just the cans.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 4, 2014.

Found in Darwin's Ghost - first draft, authored by daisy.