School Lunch
I am part of a writing group. My first challenge - is to write about school lunch. What comes to mind when you think of school lunch? My mind travels back to my elementary school cafeteria, with it's speckled, shiny floors and columns of tables filled with kids chattering away. Glowing light flowed through the long windows which lined the clean, boring creme-colored cement block walls. A stage was on one end, usually with a dark heavy curtain pulled to hide the empty area. The serving area was on the opposite end. That was where I would see a lady who attended my church; she always had a warm smile for me, under her tight graying bun hair, covered with a spider-web like net and a small paper cap. Her name was Mrs. Hogan; in typical southern fashion, I called her by her first name, Selma, always with the respectful southernly title of "Ms." The cafeteria always seemed so very loud, so much so I would put my fingers in my ears. A line of kids ...