© copyright 2012 by Sara Jacobelli (Flash Nonfiction)
First we have to listen to the sermon, “You do not roll your brother as he comes stumbling drunk out of the alley.” Then we swarm to the food line. We are usually the only teenagers, and I’m one of a handful of females, Carlos teases me because the drunks and the bums love to tell me their stories. No one else listens to them. Everyone laughs when I say, “Who puts apples in the soup?” and “This powdered milk is yucky.” Once I saw a family, mom and dad and a few kids, eating dinner together, dignified and serious, and I felt unexpectedly grateful for the kitchen table dinners of my childhood and the memories of four rooms on East Main Street.
Photo Credit: “A man may be down but he’s never out,” by Wikipedia. Public Domain Photo.