Post by MICHEAL "MIKEY" COLBERT on Dec 28, 2011 19:24:37 GMT -5
location: the apartments? it's a soup kitchen.
Tristan considered himself a generous man. He decided that instead of having a party to get rid of all of his food that would rot. He’d donate it. There was a soup kitchen nearby his apartment that probably needed his food more than his friends. This blackout had effected everyone in his building. He’d been around the building giving his good friends blankets and flashlights. He himself had a many candles all around his apartment. He’d been sitting up in his room lighting them when the thought of all his food rotting hit him like a brick in the head. He couldn’t let it spoil! With that he opened his powerless refrigerator and pulled out everything he could. He balanced it on a tray and walked down the dark steps. When he made outside, everything was eerily quiet.
The city was never quiet where he lived. This sent a shiver up his spin and he looked left and right as walked down the block. He heard people were looting and it made him frown. Stealing never needed to happen. There would be plenty to go around if people would just share it. He hoped to convince others to help out if his experience went well.
A cardboard sign marked the entrance of the run-down building. He smiled brightly to the tired looking woman at the counter and began to discuss with her what the system was. She seemed to brighten up and helped him take the meals to the food table. An announcement was made. People began to crowd around the table and Tristan smiled. They each took a small bit of everything and sat down enjoying his food. A warmth spread through him as usual when he served people his food. This was even better because these people weren’t expecting it. He felt complete at that moment. It was a good feeling, no? Some of the people were even smiling along with him.
Tristan considered himself a generous man. He decided that instead of having a party to get rid of all of his food that would rot. He’d donate it. There was a soup kitchen nearby his apartment that probably needed his food more than his friends. This blackout had effected everyone in his building. He’d been around the building giving his good friends blankets and flashlights. He himself had a many candles all around his apartment. He’d been sitting up in his room lighting them when the thought of all his food rotting hit him like a brick in the head. He couldn’t let it spoil! With that he opened his powerless refrigerator and pulled out everything he could. He balanced it on a tray and walked down the dark steps. When he made outside, everything was eerily quiet.
The city was never quiet where he lived. This sent a shiver up his spin and he looked left and right as walked down the block. He heard people were looting and it made him frown. Stealing never needed to happen. There would be plenty to go around if people would just share it. He hoped to convince others to help out if his experience went well.
A cardboard sign marked the entrance of the run-down building. He smiled brightly to the tired looking woman at the counter and began to discuss with her what the system was. She seemed to brighten up and helped him take the meals to the food table. An announcement was made. People began to crowd around the table and Tristan smiled. They each took a small bit of everything and sat down enjoying his food. A warmth spread through him as usual when he served people his food. This was even better because these people weren’t expecting it. He felt complete at that moment. It was a good feeling, no? Some of the people were even smiling along with him.
