CHORIZO, FOCACCIA AND PICKLES, CARPENTER'S SNACK – project “52”

He stood up over the workbench, stretched his hands and cracked his back.

Shook the wood shavings that have perched on his hair and blew with his bottom lip the ones that were snowing down on his face.  He felt the hunger screeching in his guts and reached for a chair.  Pulled the tin box from under the bench and took a roughly wrapped brown bag with few oily stains leaking from it.  Slowly he teared the paper and looked with promising joy and excitement the greasy chorizo snuggling in a soft, full of air pockets focaccia.  A bite; than two and then a catch of breath.  The pleasure was starting to crawl down the stomach and settled with a good sip or gulp of cold beer.

Aaah, cigarettes never tasted better then after a nice hearty snack.  I guess the only better pleasure for him would've been the day he sees the small wooden boat finished...

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Sophia

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