Writing | Mushroom Soup

Wildflower took her spoon and stirred it around a bit to see what sorts 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 diced tomatoes, some sweet pogleaves (which smelled like mint leaves and daisies), and three little lightly colored purple grapes, all mixed in evenly with some white rice. 

She closed her eyes to take 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, exclaiming, 'Yum!' This exclamation was the first noise to break up the endless sounds of spoons tapping the sides of the bowls and the slurping sound of hungry mouths.

‘It is very much yum, Wildflower,’ said Shmu Mu. ‘Thank you, Pot, for making this lovely soup.’ 

Then the room returned to the quiet state it was in before the agreeing declarations of yum. There wasn't much talking after that, as they were all extremely hungry, and when you're tremendously hungry, you barely take a breath in between bites and slurps.