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Halibut or Haddock? (NaPoWriMo #14)

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From Buster's Sea Cove! Photo via Cupcake Queen on Pinterest

A conversation over the counter:

-Your order?
-Is there a special?
-Do you like crab?
-Is it from the Pacific?
-No, but how about traditional fish and chips?
-Can I have salad instead of fries?
-Halibut or Cod?
-Do you have Haddock today?
-Sorry, it’s very loud, Haddock as in the captain in Tintin?
-Yes please, two, but they won’t come out burnt like that one?
-Oh, you don’t like black olives and fried onions on your fish?
-Can you please put the toppings on the side?
-Any drinks?
-No thank you, but any napkins?
-It comes in the box, is that ok?
-How long will I have to wait?
-Will you listen for the number 29?
-I must first get fresh air; however do you survive behind those hot stoves?
-It is rather claustrophobic in here, isn’t it?

-Thank you, it was very delicious.

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From the NaPoWriMo website: The idea is to write a poem in which every sentence, except for the last one, is in the form of a question.

Went to our favourite fish joint today where the line up stretches around the block for hours before and after noon. Five chefs dish up steaks, sandwiches, ans seafood pasta as quickly as orders come in, from a horde of hungry strangers eagerly awaiting their first bite. The customer came out pretentious at first, and it is tricky to write conversation strictly in questions. It is so busy we would never have the chance to speak to the chef, so I’m paying compliments here.

Thanks for reading,
thebookybunhead

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Funny with a pinch of truth

After returning from a farmer’s market, my mother started telling us about a family obstacle course event that was being promoted there. It was a fundraiser to help kids suffering with addiction. The listeners nodded their heads, but most eagerly did the littlest sister, who with eyes bright with understanding said, “Ohhh, like to video games and computers right?”

I want my childhood back. And yet there’s something so true and foreboding in that innocent remark. It’s a good family car moment I want to remember.

Thanks for reading,
thebookybunhead

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