Cream of Barley

 

Cream of Barley

 

Two days without eating. It was my first day on the job moving furniture for some catalog retailer that since disappeared in the dank shady online rainforests wet smearing their pages. I got the spins and the shakes there wasn’t much in there, so the heaving was dry. Paid in cash that was the eleventh-hour finale. Delirious state between consciousness and dreams. The only time cream of barley soup was delectable.