Jacques stared defeated at his dropped steaming kielbasa. There it lay, gathering gravel and dirt.
“I’ll kill you Maurice.”
A jar of mustard thrown shattered on the ground staining the meat an off yellow.
“My Dijon will live forever Auguste!” A second jar of mustard thrown broke upon the cobblestone in the same place.
Jacques stood transfixed, ignorant of the surrounding chaos.
Crowds stomped the pavement in pursuit of one another.
Jacques lifted the dripping link with his fingers. He hesitated only a moment before taking a bite.
A smile emerged through lips dripping with mustard.
Grey Poupon was born.
Danny Machal July 17th, 2015