It was a cool night with sprinkles pinging on my rooftop which gave me peace of mind for sleep. The rain is to much for a walk and I decide to drink my coffee at my table. It's not bad to make my own coffee, I just like to spoil myself with going out. The morning sun is peeking through the puffy clouds and warming my spot at the table.
I have the prompt word pepper on my mind. This is the story I write...
He grabbed the pepper from the center of the table and nodded at another thing his sister said while he sprinkled it over the plate. The aroma from hot eggs, hash browns, and meaty bacon made his empty stomach rumble. He enjoyed these meetings. Once a week he ate well. On his first bite, the fat and salt coated his tongue, he almost moaned. He considered telling his sister that he couldn't hear since he had recovered from the pandemic then the maple syrup he scooped into his mouth with fresh buttermilk pancakes deterred him.