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Noodles from Heaven
And just what was my problem today? Baby (my nickname for my four year old brother Gordon) was hungry and I didn’t have any food.
Carefully I got up from under the tree I had been sleeping under, rubbing my aching back, which was sore from lying in the snow all night. Doubtful, I glanced around Central Park: no food here, unless I wanted to share some acorns with the squirrels.
Eventually I quietly pulled my ragged blanket back over my brother, who, exhausted from last night, was falling back asleep, and I started walking toward the sidewalk.
Food would be nice, I thought. Gordon and I barely ate anything normally, and yesterday we didn’t eat anything. How much was it to ask for at least one meal a day, huh? I was starved, and so was Gordon.
Just then, a huge man in a black coat turned around the corner. Kane! Last guy I wanted to see at the moment, but thankfully he hadn’t seen me yet. Maybe I could run for it, I thought, but then I smelled something. Noodles! Obviously straight from Chinatown, they were close, they smelled fantastic, and would make a terrific meal for me and Gordon!
Perfect, I thought, as Kane set a to-go container on the ledge next to him as he pulled out his phone, probably planning a heist. Quietly I stuck out a leg as he walked by, not seeing me until it was too late. “Run, Veronica, you @#$%* kid!!!” he screamed, his face red with rage and covered in snow from his fall. Streaking through the white covered streets back to the park, I snuck a peek behind me: nobody was following.
Thinking joyful thoughts for once, I got back to our tree where Gordon was covered up by the thin sheet. Under his blanket I saw his eyes widen as he smelled the delicious noodles, and he immediately shed his covering, leaping forward towards the wonderful aroma. “Veronica,” he starts, then gasps as I give him a handful of the buttery noodles, and he wastes no time in eating (he carefully takes a bite of it, then devours the rest like a rabid wolf).
When he finishes, I shush him (he had started to talk) and set the precious container in the middle of the blanket and sit, gesturing for him to sit on the ground with me. “X marks the spot.” I whisper softly into his ear, and grinning he practically inhales the last of his share of noodles and pulls out our “buried treasure”- a plastic water bottle filled to the top with water from the drinking fountain in Macy’s.
Yawning-I was really tired- I unscrewed the top, took a sip, and handed it to Gordon while I started on my noodles. “Zzzzzzzz” I turn around smiling and whisper into his sleeping ear:
“Merry Christmas, baby.”
Try to notice something weird about this short story. Hint: has only 26 sentences...
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