chunks of ginger
that have missed the teeth of a blender
have found their way into Mom’s soup
Disguised among the chunks of smoked fish and salted meat
awaiting an unsuspecting victim
whose feet are tiptoeing towards the kitchen
gently opening the door
listening hard for mom’s voice which is busy in the living room shouting on some sordid character on TV
TV drama series
fingers scan the universe of soup
landing on the chunks of ginger huddled together as if to keep one another company
Oblivious to the gods of justice in their element
until he scoops an entire generation of ginger to his mouth
“Ouch!… Damn!“ he says in a muffled tone spiced with ginger
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