The not Feast but Feast

The girl's eyes went wide as they saw the feast before her.

She hadn't eaten since yesterday morning, and stale brbread wasn't enough to keep her going.

The wooden table was groaning under the weight of overipe bananas and smashed berries. Stale bread, stale crackers, and freezerburnt icecream was served by the dish.

Slightly expired yogurt, lettuce, pork, mashed potatoes and uncooked cacan soup was ready to be eaten.

Dropped sandwiches and melted chocolate were passes around the table. Messed up fast food orders were being devoured, and burnt beef was being served by the pound.

A street kid's potluck.