Clay Bacon 소설 & 이야기

Grabbing it I headed over to two of my favourite customers. "Gentlemen. Your usual. Two all-day breakfasts with extra bacon, extra sausage and a side of double pancakes." At one time this order freaked me out, how could two such fit and healthy-looking men eat this amount of grease every day? Now I knew they were both shifters I didn't even blink, if fact I sometimes slipped them a couple of extra pancakes on the house. "Thanks darling." Clay was a gentle giant of a man with salt-and-pepper hair and a love of greasy food.

Rose I put a few slices of bacon on my plate and took some toast with jam and a bottle of juice, putting them on my tray under the watchful eye of Christian who was serving himself next to me. " Are you going to have bacon with toast and jam? " he asked. " What's the problem? It's not like I put jelly on the bacon," I shrugged, picking up some kind of sizable loaf of bread. “What is it?” " Blueberry bear paw," he explained, taking one for himself as well, "it's a sweet bread stuffed with... blueberries.”

Mary asked standing behind her mum in the kitchen” “I’m almost done”. “Looks delicious” Mary said looking at the door and sniffing the air. Her mom had made pancakes for breakfast with syrup. “This is Clay’s favourite”. “That is exactly who I made it” Mary and her mom were setting the table for breakfast when Clay came in with his six year old son.

But watching Clay move, I couldn't help but wonder: how the hell did he manage to keep up this kind of intensity without the aid of substances anymore? And then came breakfast. The moment he set that plate of food in front of me, the first wave of nausea hit. The aroma of the eggs and bacon, which would generally be appealing, twisted my insides like a wet rag. I couldn't help but think, did he do this on purpose? Was this some convoluted coercion to remind me of my weakened state?