Dark Sustenance
He ate the Pop-Tarts first. They were easy to identify by the feel of the foil wrapped squares.
After some time (a day? a week?) they were gone and he was hungry again. He tried eating uncooked rice, but it hurt his stomach, and he lay in agonized blackness and strained to hear rescuers above him. He shouted, but the sound died at the concrete slab above him.
Finally he ate the dry soup mix. It coated his throat, but it filled his stomach.
He could only thank God he had been in the kitchen when the earthquake had struck.
The Green-Walled Treehouse 
I so love Rhonda’s picture, and how you turned it into such a great graphic. You’re so multi-talented.
I didn’t see the end coming, and not because I just finished his book, On Writing, but it had a Stephen King chill to it.
I can recall in my salad days, before even eating them not having any money, feasting on expired macaroni in the dark paying my electric bill late. OOH. Another chill.
Keep these hits comin’ David. 🙂
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So long as he keeps his head down when the pneumatic drills break through
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Yeah, really. 🙂
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Oh dear. Original take on the prompt, David. Let us hope they have heat detectors before they start bulldozing! (My ex-father-in-law was found in the woods that way!)
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It’s nice when they can use technology to help in situations like that. Let’s say that they find him eventually. 🙂
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Yes, let’s…
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A situation that is a subject of nightmares. Will he be rescued.
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I think he will be. But you can decide for yourself.
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Always eat the Pop Tarts first.
Excellent take, David.
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Thanks, Nancy! Glad you liked it.
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Great take on the prompt, David. What suspense and horror. It is good that he was in the kitchen at least.
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Thanks, Brenda. Yeah, I can’t imagine being trapped like that but better somewhere with food than without it.
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Dear David,
This puts me in mind of a scene from The Pianist when he’s in hiding, but starving because the food supply is running out.
Very powerful piece in a few words. Well done!
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks, Rochelle. I would never want to be in this position, but I can imagine prioritizing foods, where you eat the real food first, then eventually eat the less and less edible ones. Hopefully he’ll be rescued soon. We’ll say that would have happened in the next 100 words of the story. 🙂
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so grim, but very good story telling
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Thanks! Yeah, hopefully they get rescued soon.
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