The Monkey’s Paw of Mark Mailer

Monkey's Paw

By Matt Holland

28/06/17

Mark sighed and poked his fork into the food on his plate. Why even bother taking a bite? The first bite was with the eye, or so they said, and the filth on Mark’s plate made him wish he was blind.

The steak was supermarket grade, the mashed potato was piled on without a care, and there were green bits in it. Not to mention the salad. It looked like it’d come out of a bag.

Why couldn’t kids these days cook properly? It’s not like it was hard. Mark watched cookery programmes and ate in the best restaurants all the time, he knew how food was supposed to look.

He never cooked for himself though. That was for common people who couldn’t afford a reservation at The Square.

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