feeding frenzy - part II

With the last set of stairs completed, having made several trips, I settled in for the evening. Hand-packing three suitcases of food, and hauling the equivalent up in drink, was enough for me…at least for the night.
Sustenance – I needed food; something to eat would clear the exhaustion I felt from the climb. Opening the cases I scanned my goodies like an owl hunting for a delectable mouse. Ah, there they were, delicate little, rolled lace cookies. Plucking one out, I munched greedily, going from one to another. Wait – manners – this was all about decadence, and I wanted the indulgence to last. First I must set the table.
Rolling out my silk, hand-embroidered placemat and napkin, I closed my eyes feeling the smooth silk as it passed between my fingers, reminding me of the filling inside my Caramilk bars. My stomach growled. Pushing this thought aside, I reached for my candles noticing the packets of fresh fruit I was planning to dip into my chocolate fondue pot. Maybe just a small bite of chocolate I mused…no…I was going to do this right.

With the table set and my candles lit, I removed my aperitif of Manzanilla sherry from its secluded, gently packed corner as a selection of classical music played in the background.  Pouring the fine wine into my crystal copita, I swirled and savored the aroma, before taking the first sip. I pressed the glass to my lips like an estranged lover whom had found his mate after a long separation…the taste did not disappoint me…it was indeed, like heaven.

(to be continued)