When your dinner reminds you of a bad place.

Somehow, Jessica had managed to make both the potatoes and gravy drier than the desert outside of town.  With a grimace on his face, he finished every bite.  He couldn’t help but wonder, if he couldn’t have made a better meal using the onboard synthesizer.  At least then, the lack of any real taste wouldn’t have surprised him. 

Published by gunfighterfiction

Veteran and all around good ole cowboy

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