Story: Fiction
Lockdown A swarm of magical sceneries had bedazzled Gregor’s mind at his first spoonful of his mother’s peanutful sweet corn maja blanca. The coldness was of vivid blue of the twilight sky above a calm pool that can cool his roasted skin in this hot of a summer weather. The flavor was savory milky heavens, the coconut milk and the condensed milk in it was blended perfectly just for him. The corn and crushed peanuts were scattered in a pattern of the bright dots in the sky he sees at night. His first bite was like no other bite he had before. The food had twirled elegantly inside his mouth, dancing from teeth to teeth as the taste buds of his tongue relished the grace of the flavor. When he swallowed his food, there was only one conclusion to all the story plots he had in his mind as he was eating. It was love. Gregor understood now why it tasted so perfectly that no expensive restaurant can compete with the pudding we ate that day. He felt the love in the hands of the person who had