Turkey

It all looked so enticing. The plump, golden-brown skinned bird sat on the large plate on the table. The crispy roast potatoes piled up in a bowl. Dishes of neatly chopped carrots and mountains of peas. She could even see the gravy boat just peeking out from behind the bird.

She didn’t know where to start.

Gripping the top of the packet, she opened it up and pulled one of the roast turkey-flavoured crisps out, inhaling deeply. It certainly smelt like turkey, from what she could recall. Each bite of baked potato chip came in small nibbles, savouring the flavour as she thought hard on that image, the feast presented by the front of the packet.

It just wasn’t the same though.

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