Dinner at Maison Centrale
“Do you think it’s safe?” Chantelle asked. She rapped the clear table.
Tabitha sipped her wine. “Undoubtedly.” She smiled at the prisoners gazing up through the table from the floor below.
“I feel bad for them.”
“This is your civic duty, darling. Let them continuously see and smell wonderful food just out of reach, and they’ll be model citizens once they’re released. Try some foie gras. I insist.”
“Do you think they at least get the leftovers?”
Tabitha looked affronted. “And reward them for being in prison? None of those bums could ever afford anything this good on the outside.”
Maison centrale is a French term for a high-security prison.
The Green-Walled Treehouse 
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Oh, that’s cruel – reserved for the worst of the worst I hope!
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Unique! I’m not sure I’d enjoy my meal though.
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Dear David,
Now that’s cruel, if not unusual punishment. Not sure it will turn them from their lives of crime. If anything it will exacerbate their anger. Bon apetit and an unusual story well written.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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I think Tabitha is to sure of herself and the safety of the glass barrier. Those bums may watch and plan rebellion. She’s a horrible person, well written.
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A unique form of punishment, mental torture almost! An excellent take, David.
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Loved it.
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not for me, i don’t think i’d enjoy having dinner there. 🙂
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Great take on the prompt …. But very very harsh! 👏
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I could not enjoy a meal in such circumstances. And I suspect the end result will NOT be rehabilitation of the inmates!
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I hope the meal was not so bitter as his attitude.
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That is a harsh punishment, indeed… She best not get too cocky!
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An unusual take on the prompt, well told.
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Wow, I’d not want to eat there. Sounds like torture, for sure. I can’t see that working well for rehabilitation. That’s an interesting take on the prompt, well done!
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