Post by Hiroshi Desales on May 6, 2010 13:42:07 GMT -5
Primary blue bento bucket in hand, Hiroshi deDesales wandered outside to find a bit of peace. It took a fair piece of walking to get past all the students, but he finally did it and found a small stream with a Willow standing guard over it. He settled himself down beside it and began to explore his lunch. Won ton soup in his thermos made him smile. There was lo mein in one compartment, steamed broccoli in another, pieces of lemon chicken in one and baby kumquats in another. His mother was a gem when it came to lunches. He would have to remember to thank her upon arriving home. Carefully removing his shoes and socks, he put his feet in the chilly water to relax. Opening his thermos, he took a sip of the salty broth his won ton were floating in. He felt very content. Far from the questions that plagued him regarding his late brother and his death.