Glistening, from a distance, she sees them glistening. What? Why the ramen packets of course! She pounces, crinkling the plastic wrapping between her fingers, all ten of them. With delicate, prying tips, she breaks the seal.
In a quick motion, the dry patty of noodles is in between her fingers, being extracted from the flimsy wrapper. With a 'clONk' it falls into the bowl resting on the counter, water soon being poured over them, like a golden shower - but not.
Going to the microwave, she gingerly places the bowl inside, careful not to spill it before setting the timer for 5 minutes. Time passes slow, excruciatingly slow, in fact, Kate feels like Rose on the Titanic when the microwave timer finally beeps.
"It's been 84 years-" Her voice is feeble, like an elderly woman, like Rose - FROM THE TITANIC.
AND
THEN
SHE
SLORMPED
