Bland (Flash Fiction)

Bland. Pointless. Troubling.

I didn’t know what the word meant until I stood in line with the rest
of them, hands outstretched, reaching and accepting something I cared
naught for. I would take it, because it filled my empty hands, I would
hold it, because I had nothing else to hold and when the darkness fell, I
would sit in silence and eat it.

Because that was all I had.

Because that was all there was.

Pointless. Meaningless. Bland.

(c) Sara Harricharan