Coming from Middle Earth, a drabble is 100 words. So, here's my first contribution to this wonderful thread.
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Breakfast
Coffee was brewing hot and strong, the aroma bending and bowing, dancing lively around the dawn just peeking naughty through the pines. All peeled, sliced and drowned in salt, the spuds sizzled, only a cast iron skillet keeping them from the greedy fire, while two cans of beans – labels curling and withering – sat bubbling. Eggs was in a pan to the side keeping warm and the biscuits company, and elk jerky, not needing the fire’s touch, sat waiting on the banged and dented plates.
Everything was ready.
“Oh…damn, Jack, that feels…so good!”
Breakfast would be starting a little late today.