fuddles of arabia surveyed the vast sahara that lay before him. hundreds and hundreds of miles of nothing but sand, the hot sun baring down, beating the life out every living thing. death was imminent, every breath potentially his last. his soul slowly fading away.
one recurring thought was prominent in his mind- a shrimp salad would be lovely right now. fresh, tart, tangy shrimp, lightly sauteed over a bed of crisp lettuce, with perhaps some sun-dried tomatoes, (would there be any other kind out here..?) with chopped walnuts, onions, hard boiled eggs, and light, italian dressing. some chocolate truffle to top it off…
meow.