Her eyes were like saucers as the priest laid the plate before her.
Five fried eggs and wholemeal toast!
The starving beggar-girl wolfed everything down quickly … noisily.
“You didn’t say Grace,” the priest reproved, and she bowed her head, embarrassed.
“No matter,” he continued, “I blessed the food during preparation.”
Out on the dusty cobbles, he held back her long hair as she violently spewed her breakfast.
“Infallible,” he murmured, “no better way to uncover the devil’s spawn.”
“Come,” he said, pulling her towards the crypt, “there is work to be done. We shall travel to hell and back before nightfall.”
What? ‘Write what you see’… that’s what it says on the tin. And I saw five fried eggs (admittedly appearing to have been served up in a well-used cat litter tray – but hey, you can take realism too far, I think). 🙂
Today we shall be completing the last leg of our journey back to the UK, and my grateful thanks are owed to Rochelle (the lady with the velvet glove) for enabling me to have an early peek at the photo prompt, so that I can simply post the link to Friday Fictioneers as we make our way to the ferry. Looking forward to home comforts for a while.