Capítulo 31: A peaceful End To this story
His home, his farm, his ranch, oh the beauty of it all, indeed all of these things he was proud of, he sat in his glowing garden gazing at the stars, his mind as shaky as a beer on ice, a Starfire rum in his left hand and a slime curled up in his right. A peaceful night to be sure.
Oh, how his story was a reckoning to behold, he escaped from his home country on his mother's back. He entered a new one to end up in jail like a pig at the butcher, years pass and he is let go only to find all except one of his friends are dead, his mother gone, and the only thing to go along with him was a bag, a pair of shoes, and an expired passport. But he made it, he made it all right. He traveled all around the world, from the shores of Chile to villages of Lithuania, to the bustling metro of Beijing. He made it everywhere with everything.
But he made it here, the ranch, a peaceful place. But now he must end this story, for it will be told to all, of a traveler who settled down with some slimes and some monsters. One last drink he thought as he sipped from the maroon bottle.
How about it? One last Dish to end the day. His drunken hands felt the cold winds brush up against them, it made them shiver but they would feel warmth again very soon. He made his way to the kitchen to prepare a little something.
He took out some meat from the fridge, the meat of an old goat. Far too stiff to eat and grill normally, but he had a way all right. Placing some cut-up Oca Ocas with the meat he wrapped it all up with one big mint mango leaf. Tying it all up with some twine he placed it in the dusty outdoor furnace in his backyard. All while the slimes tried to climb up and see what was happening.
One last meal before this story ends, and yet another begins, maybe this next one would be his? Maybe not, but it's a story all right, and it's gotta be a good one if he's gonna tell it. Hours later he went to the warmth of the furnace, took out the mint mango leaf with the food inside and he poured the contents over a plate.
Kleftiko.
A dish the old greek thieves would eat in war, knowing just as well they may die that very same day, that very same night.
Goodnight to you all.
Goodbye.
The End
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Basil_Grower
Basil_Grower Couldn't find way's to continue the story any longer, but I couldn't leave it without an ending. Im sorry but I may make yet another story, yet another ranch, but I do not know anymore, and I hope that I will soon.
very good so far in recovery btw. I can lift about half what I could lift back then, now I can lift an entire basket of fruit
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