Rowdy’s Dream Blog #23

Fried Chicken And Oysters

Brutus De Cervantes
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I find myself at a prepared food auction in a small town. The big guy I came with loves fried chicken. He attempts to win a plateful by ‘guessing’ the number of pieces. He is actually holding the plate and tipping it while trying to count the number of pieces out loud. The smoked oysters that are also on the plate begin to slip off as he tips and turns it. I quickly stoop below him to catch them in the air. The seated crowd roars at our antics.
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