Now the bad news

You can’t turn around and follow your sweetbread and malasada crumb trail back in time.
Frighteningly, friend, it’s been sucked up by whatever’s following you, snapping at your heels.

Go back?   Don’t even look back, because whatever it is, it’s moving fast, gaining on you,
hungrier than you’ve ever been for hash browns, fanged and smiling a char siu red setting sun, an onion ring sinking down in boiling oil.

What now, laulau? You got the three scoops rice your past’s catching up, your ice cream and cake days are waning?

What’s running right behind you is a perfect pasta alfredo storm you can’t milkshake your way around.
You’ll keep running kalua pig slower, it faster, finally fries and ketchup with you at the wire.

Science is a monster, a giant dose of medicine, blindside blunt when the potato chips are down,
a mac salad and brown gravy missile seeking out your fatty kau-yuk buns,
no roast duck and cover from the cigarette and alcohol explosion,
the fried breaded mushroom cloud blast of bacon, bacon, bacon.

You dog, you.  That bleached bone for gnawing’s your future, that stick you’re chasing’s your cross.
The only path is ever forward, running toward what’s coming, and it’s coming lightning faster than your past.

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Aloha #WriterSunday, I hope you’re having a great weekend. Today’s #WritingPrompt is

news

Use it to inspire a piece of writing, and then post that piece on your site and link back to me, or simply leave it as a comment below. I would lover to read it : )

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