The Carnitas Taco Cure

100-word story

Overworked and underloved, I ran to Mexico and holed up in a hotel room all alone. Writing. Distilling discontents to purple prose.

Eventually, hunger drove me from my lair. 

At a taco cart on a cobblestone street corner, an old lady nodded at a plastic chair. I sat. A dog appeared, licked my left big toe, and fell asleep with his head on my sandaled foot.