Fast Past Novels & Stories

What’s best with salmon, Millie? 'Potatoes every time. Is your horse poorly?' 'Last time I looked she was fine. Potatoes it is. What are you having?' 'Haddock and chips and a pint.' I’d not long had breakfast, but my Granddad would have told me never to pass up a free lunch, because of course, there is no such thing. The waiter walked back to the bar with our order. 'When did you see your hunter last?' 'Two nights ago. Give me a concrete example of how this wind-farm cooperative would work.'

"In that case, can't I just eat the food you made? We have been eating food from outside for two weeks now. I am craving homemade food." "But the place I mentioned is also great. Besides we have never set foot at Burger Prince before," Gavin defended himself, giving a pleading look at Febrina. "All this time we've only been ordering food online. My hands can't move at all. See?" "It is still a fast food restaurant, so how is that different from El Donald or Queen FC?" replied Febrina, ignorant. "Hm, wait a moment! If you can't move your hands, how will you drive the car later?"

As despair settled over me, Zeke pressed a few buttons on his phone, deleting my contact information along with every trace of our past. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. I could only watch as it all disappeared. And then, as if erasing me wasn't enough, he discarded his phone, got down on one knee before Brooke, and pulled out a ring. "Brooke Fuller, the past is nothing but dust in the wind. Right now, I only want you to be my wife. Will you marry me?" Dust in the wind? I let out a bitter smile. I could tell it didn't hurt anymore.

"If you don't mind maybe there is a fries, coke and chicken nuggets on the fast food delivery you are talking with. I want those. I'll just pay for my half." And again I think I did say something he doesn't like cause his mood darkens again. "You want fries, coke and nuggets?" I nodded. "Okay. No problem." He tells someone on the phone my additional orders and drop the call. He stands from his desk chair. He unbotton his suit jacket and sit beside me on the couch. "The food will be here in 10min" "That fast?" "Yes. And you need to eat as soon as possible. You will eat all of the things I

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“Where do you want to eat?” “Do you also rent every restaurant here?” I asked. “Yes. Where is it good to eat?” he asked. “There, daddy!” Miracle pointed to one of her favorite fast-foods. “Come on, I haven’t eaten there in a long time.” Is he so busy that he can’t eat at fast-food restaurants? Arriving at the fast-food restaurant, it took less than three minutes for us to be served every meal on their menu. “Wow! That’s a lot!” Miracle said, still clapping. “Mommy, I want chicken legs!”

If she was watching, and I knew she was, let her see this. Adrian looked down at our hands, then up at me with a soft half-smile. He squeezed back gently. “If you’re that impatient, we could always bail and hit one of those fast-food stands we passed on the way here. Gyros, souvlaki wraps, quick and greasy. Probably ready in two minutes.”

She turned back, raising an eyebrow as Lila peeked out from the door frame, looking slightly sheepish. “Can you bring me something from Quick Bites when you come back?” Lila asked, naming a fast-food chain that had gained a cult following in the city for its greasy but delicious burgers and loaded fries. “I haven’t had it in forever, and I’ve been craving it like crazy.” Annabelle let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. “Seriously? You vanish from the city, get to go live by the ocean, and that is what you miss?” Lila grinned. “Don’t judge me. Their spicy mayo hits different.”

Hillary Bentley is ordering fast food from a drive-through when we’d literally be home in less than forty-five minutes if we go really fast. He hands me a plate with two drizzled corn dogs on them—they actually look good—but I would have frowned if I wasn’t already frowning. Truth is, I’ve been frowning all day. All freaking day.

Terra asks as they sit across from each other in Jollibee. This is Kate’s reward for taking in Ecto 2.0. Specifically, peach mango pie and fries. Lots of fries. A hill of fries. Terra’s munching on an Aloha Yumburger because #BaconIsBae. Kate has to admit she has missed fast food after her long camp internment. She suppresses a squeal of joy. “Hmm. That’s a tough one because there are so many to choose from. Marvel or DC?” “Either.”