The Filthy Table

By: Tiana

My stomach grumbled when I walked up to the round cement tables under a firm grey tent in front of the snack bar. Most tables were taken, forcing me to take the last one. Unfortunately, it was the grossest. The seats were small, round, made of cement, and some wobbled every time you would make a slight movement. Random nastylooking stains were spotted all over the seats. The table, on the other hand, was even worse. The table was covered in many sticky unknown substances, making it even more sickening. Right when I took another glance at a different spot on the table, I spotted what seemed to be some remains of a dead bird. These small grey fluffy feathers were marinating in this sticky yellow puddle. After seeing that I had suddenly lost the appetite, I had just seconds ago. My last meal almost came traveling up my throat and onto the table.