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– a 55 word story

A thousand mice were gnawing his insides.

He stared with distaste at his lunch-box.

No fried stuff, sweets, or salt were the doctor’s orders. Damn.

At this rate stress would get him earlier, he thought as he bent over the figures.

Big fat samosas and juicy jelebis had begun their intricate dance steps to entice.

Written for 3WW CCXXIX

The prompt words for the week: figure, stress, juicy