Nightly Krumbs Novels & Stories

Olivia Then Two Months Later I stood before the stove, the sole of my foot resting on the side of my knee. As the bubbles started appearing over the pancake, I stuck the spatula beneath it and flipped it over. The pancake liberated a sweet and buttery aroma, only because I added butter essence. But, it would taste like crap. I could only make scrumptious pancakes using the mix. But they were way too expensive. We were running out of money. Dad’s bank accounts had been emptied. And after mom’s medicine, we only had a couple of hundred dollars left at home. She wasn’t in a condition to work. She could barely get out of bed lately. The future appeared dark to me. We hadn’t heard about dad since

It's funny what you remember when you look back on things, isn’t it? The place was pretty dead that night, in fact, except for the usual people stumbling in and out, the dance floor pretty much belonged to us. We made up for it by buying a ton of drinks (mostly gin and tonics, so they'd glow in the blacklight because we were like freaking children, and it amused us). But I remember Kelly had a weird thing made out of cider and lager, with some cordial (I think they called it Snakebite or something) and dancing with an intensity and fury that surprised even us.

the blond guy groaned as if in pain, and stretched his back. Iktanne looked at him and handed him the plate of cake she's holding. "You're exaggerating. There's still lots of food you can enjoy here, right?" "No thank you...," he grunted. "Compared to last year and the year before, the portions are in constant decline and the food tastes like shit." She watched him rub his nose as he said these things and remembered some rumors and gossips she heard about a blond guy from the senior years of the Academy.