Boiled Peanuts and Disappointment

The roadside stand was unmanned. When Cheryl stopped, she quickly gathered that it had been abandoned for quite some time. The disappointment ate into her stomach like an ulcer; she’d had her heart set on a nice batch of fresh boiled peanuts.


“I don’t know why I even turned the car off,” she muttered to herself as she walked about to the car, keys in hand. “I should have known this place was closed.”

Back in the car, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She let it out slowly, watching the colors dance behind her eyelids, making abstract patterns and arcane symbols with their motion. Feeling slightly better, she adjusted the air conditioner vents for maximum artificially chilled wind in her face.

She pulled back onto the highway, the only car as far as her eyes could see in either direction. The interstate killed the roadside business. Just as well; she always made herself sick on boiled peanuts.

She decided to eat a frozen waffle when she got home. Maybe even with ice cream.


One Comment on “Boiled Peanuts and Disappointment”

  1. LRose says:

    Never had a boiled peanut. I’m such a Yank!

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