Dorito Taco By Alyssa Predico

Submitted 7 years ago

I almost drooled on her shoulder as i stood there in silence, watching her teeth break into the cheesy, crunchy goodness of the shell. Exposing the meaty insides to my hungry eyes, my mind races as i held my hands close to my sides backing away slowly from the quiet terrain. the room was frozen in time as my glazed over eyes glanced around the pale colored walls and matching tables in the lunch room at work. My head sunk as i took a step back rotating in a stiff smooth motion 45 degrees out the door grabbing my cup filled with the icy cold emptiness of a meal in my hand i call a shake. yet i held tight to my pride and thought one day, one day that dorito taco WILL BE MINE.