Taco X Blocky Novels & Stories

Through the box, Sylvia could smell the fragrance coming from inside. She pursed her lips. "Okay." Seeing that Isabel was eyeing the box greedily, he put her down before sitting down on one end of the sofa to drink some tea and read a book. Isabel went to Sylvia's side. Sylvia opened the box and saw that the large box was full of tacos. The juicy meat in the tacos made their mouths water. The logo for that brand of taco was printed on the box. It was one of the top taco restaurants in Westchester City.

Blake reached over and grabbed it before looking at me with a soft smile. Nope. Not going to happen. I looked away from him and stared at the squid like my life depended on it. "Well you guys are eating that nasty squid for some reason, I decided to get tacos." Alax gloated causing me to stiffen. It took every part of me not to lose my cool as I slowly looked up to tacos. Tacos that I wanted. I know this was done intentionally. The tacos looked perfect. The tortilla was cooked to perfection, while chicken was on one of them and ground beef was on the other. The lettuce looked fresh and there was atleast a handful of cheese in each. The sourcream was just perfect and the anger in me was risin

we sympathize with their plight. In contrast with the shabby block around it, Tricky’s Tacos is shiny red and white, with a mural of a sparkling-blue skull on its bricked flank. It’s that dead time between lunch and dinner, and there’s nobody waiting to order at the stainless-steel counter. A bored lady sits behind the register. In the back, a cook grunts as he runs a scraper over the smoking griddle. It smells like charred meat and Fabuloso.

I tried making small talk to ease the tension between us. He didn’t reply. We stepped out of the car and walked towards a beautifully lit food truck with ‘Tate’s Tacos’ graffitied on it. The vendor, a middle-aged man with a warm smile, greeted us. “What can I get for you today?” “I’ll have beef tacos, please,” I said eagerly. I glanced at Alexander, whose eyes were scanning the surroundings. "Would you like anything?" "No, I don’t eat unsanitary food," he replied with a disgusted look on his face.

They’re hungry alright … X

“What do you have?” I pulled out a half-empty box of Choco Tacos. “Ice cream tacos?” Tig snatched one and passed it to Marco. “Perfect. A cold taco for the tough guy who got laid out by a dude in a suit.” Marco winced as he pressed the wrapper to his cheek. “Gotta admit—he hits like a goddamn freight train.” Del had been holding me on the couch through most of my breakdown, keeping her arms around me until the sobs had faded into hiccups. She glanced over at me now, raising an eyebrow.

"If you were back in New York right now, what would you be doing?" Her eyes widened a bit. "Right now?" She pursed her lips thoughtfully. "I might still be working. Or, since it's Taco Tuesday, I might be having dinner with my neighbor, Roxy. The taqueria on the next block has two-dollar tacos on Tuesday." "Two-dollar Taco Tuesday," Hunter mused. "Sounds bad, I know, but they're really gourmet-fresh. My favorite is blackened fish, but he likes ground beef."