Summer. Hazy oppressive heat. Cool breeze off the water, kissing your skin as you lie on the beach.\n\nYou take a bite of peanut-brittle, and stare out at the sun.

She got you.\n\nYou loved her the way the sun kisses the horizon on its way into the sky, desperately trying to capture all of her, feeling inadequate, unworthy even to be in her presence.\n\nAnd she smiled back, loving you too, [[giving you hope.|meal]]

"Still don't get why you did it," he says conversationally.\n\n"I loved her," you say, knowing that the words count for as little here on death-row as they did in that courtroom.\n\nLanning shakes his head. [["I don't get you."|Love]]

"I didn't order this," you say, panic suddenly rising in your chest.\n\n"You want it?" Lanning says, eyeing the tray hungrily.\n\n<<actions "Eat" "Refuse your last meal">>

You shrug, and place the tray on your knees.\n\nThis is the last meal you're ever gonna eat, and you didn't even order it.\n\nBut you're determined to savor it. You haven't had peanut-brittle in years, and it reminds you [[of...|Summer]]

"I'm OK," you say. You feel like you may be sick.\n\nLanning grabs the tray back before you can say anything, and goes right for the brittle.

"You awake?"\n\nLanning whangs his stick against the bars of your cell.\n\n"I am now," you say, [[sitting up with a sigh.|Gaol]]

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Adam Singer (c) April 7, 2015

"Gotcher last meal for ya," Lanning says, jerking you from your reverie.\n\nHe pushes a tray through the bars. On it, there is a large T-bone steak, thick fries (accompanied by a generous dollop of ketchup), a chocolate milkshake, and a pile of peanut-brittle.\n\nYou didn't order this. But it's HERE--and you won't be, in an hour.\n\n<<actions "Eat" "Pass">>