“How many times did I have to tell
you not to eat that before you actually listened?” Martin's voice
called back at the woman from behind a row of evergreen bushes.
The last words hadn't even left the
man's lips before his female friend began chewing another piece of
the small purple fruit. Hunger relentlessly ravaged the pair for
what was going on the 5th day of no food, an intense
feeling unlike anything Ashley had experienced before.
“But, they look like grapes, and
taste like oranges.”
“It hasn't even been a week yet,”
Martin scolded, “we have fresh water, we don't need to roll the
dice on any of this planet's food yet.”
“You don't understand, I live for
food. If I had known that this adventure would take us away from
food for days at a time, I never would have agreed to come, and you
know that. Besides, if I don't die or shit my brains out from eating
this stuff, we can fill our backpacks with them for the next planet.”
Martin glanced down at his skinny
burlap sack of a backpack. He knew that packing light would be
essential for success on this trip, but the rumbles from his tummy
spoke in a language that knew nothing but how to second guess his
decision.
Ashley's lips smacked as she
unapologetically continued to scoop fist fulls of this unknown fruit
into her mouth.
“Could you at least try to eat with
your mouth closed?” Martin asked. A few moments passed, but much
to his delight, the incessant chomping did finally come to an end.
“Now that wasn't so hard was it?”
An empty air filled the spaces of
where a normally quick-witted retort from Ashley would have been.
“Ash?”
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