Rain spread her funds out on the table before her, a handful of change and one crumpled dollar bill. She put a quarter on the Washington, no need for the wind to go stealing it. The rest of her change amounted to almost three dollars. Enough scratch for four meals off the dollar menu. If there was a Jack In The Box in this city, they had those two deep fried tacos for 99 cents. Rain scooched the money off the table and into her hand, carefully depositing back into her front pocket. The tacos were like two meals for one.
Rain was thinking about those taco’s again as she started walking into town, and trying to ignore the fact that she didn’t eat anything yesterday. Or the day before. There had been a rabbit that day, but the sneaky little bugger had himself a deep hole, and quick legs. She still had dirt under her nails from trying to dig him out. Rain tried not to think about how much she wanted a nice hot shower followed by a long soak in a tub, to draw the exhaustion and cold out of her muscles and joints.
It took her the better part of two hours to walk into the city, and the warm sun was already starting to pull some of the nights chill out of her. Walking helped too. Rain liked walking, it allowed her to think. Right now she was thinking about those two deep fried tacos. A few directions asked told her she could find a Jack’s on Broadway, and it was not to long before lunch that the girl found the place.
While she was waiting in line behind an obese woman, her folds of fat hanging off her arms and chin as if she was melting, and the woman’s screaming little child Rain drank in the sweet, delicious smells of fried and processed food.
I could just get eight tacos today and be really full, and just be very hungry for the next couple of days the girl’s belly tried to rationalize, growling with desire as the smells wafted through her. Logic argued against spending all her money at once, though when she finally reached the register she said “Four deep fried tacos please” and when he asked if that would be all, some un-explainable compulsion forced her to say “Oh, and one small union rings!” While holding up a single finger.
The girl immediately regretted it. She would only have a single green back to eat with tomorrow, but those ringers did come with that one dipping sauce and it was sooo good. She stashed her guitar case and duffle bag in a booth, giving a threatening glare to the soccer moms and children near by, as if to warn them not to mess with her stuff, and went to the girls’ room to wash up. Almost two weeks of sleeping in fields had left her a little dirty, and the girl took her time washing off her arms and face, even getting that dirt under her nails. Tomorrow she would find out where people did street performances around here and try and earn a bit more scratch with the guitar. People were more like to tip you if you weren’t to dirty.
By the time she finished, her tacos were done and the girl rushed to take the tray back to her booth, smiling at her own cleverness when she filled her free water cup up with sprite. The scent of melted cheese and greasy grade D meat in a crunchy shell was nearly orgasmic as Rain sat down to enjoy her feast.
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