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Sushi

May 26, 2009

My mouth begins to water, like one of Pavlov’s dogs after hearing the ringing of a bell. One word, just one measly word that sounds like it has been made up, does this to me.

Ribbons of white light shine over my face, the ceiling lights reflected off the gleaming steel blade that slices with ease through the soft flesh of the fish. Piles of rice, seaweed, ginger, wasabi and all manner of culinary accessories surround the small Asian chef as I watch with baited breath, yearning for my time to come.

My chopsticks tap anxiously on the table. My foot taps on the floor. Silence surrounds me. There’s no need for conversation. The same thought runs through all of our heads:

It’s sushi time.

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2 Comments leave one →
  1. May 26, 2009 9:40 pm

    Oddly enough, I have been thinking of sushi for the past three days. I feel like if I don’t get it soon, I might explode.

    • sleepwalkingwriter permalink*
      June 14, 2009 6:40 pm

      Did you ever get your sushi (apologies for the horrendously late reply, by the way)?

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