Writing | Mushroom Soup

Wildflower took her spoon and stirred it around a bit to see what sort of foods were bathing in the steaming bowl. To her surprise, swimming in the soup were little red mushrooms, a few plump blueberries, one or two tomatoes diced, some sweet pogleaves, which smelled like mint leaves and sugar, and three little brightly purple grapes, all mixed in with some white rice. She closed her eyes and took a bite (that’s what she does when she’s going to try something new), to her amazement, she loved it and dropped her spoon and exclaimed “yum!” This exclamation was the first noise to break up to endless sounds of spoons tapping the sides of the bowls and the slurping sound of hungry mouths. “It is very much, yum, Wildflower. Thank you, Pot, for making this lovely soup,” said Shmu Mu. Then the room returned to the quiet state in which it was before the agreeing declarations of yum. There was not much talking after that as they all were extremely hungry and as it is when you are tremendously hungry, they barely took a breath in between bites and slurps.