We shared the food the usual way: divided into bowls, each one assigned a playing card. Then we drew cards from a second pack to determine who got which bowl. Only way to avoid arguments over who got the biggest portion.
I always seemed to draw the smallest portion. Steve the largest, then Darrel.
By week six I was sure it was fixed. And I was desperate for meat.
I killed those two first, the other three when they found me spit roasting them.
Their bones buried deep, the food should last much longer as I wait to be found.
Written for the 100 Word Challenge on Thin Spiral Notebook; the prompt was the word, Share.
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