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Wow! Over 5,000 views on this world!
I can hardly believe it! And despite the fact people rarely comment someone must be reading this! XD hahahaha good times…
Anyways, as a thanks and a celebration I decided to write a short story for the occasion I thought about just posting something recent that I haven’t shared yet but I wanted a happy/funny story not one about squashing an ant, the wonders of the bus or that crazy weird dream I had and my burnt toast story still isn’t done… so I am going to write whatever crazy idea comes to me.
Anyways after writing my random weird story I’ve decided to call it “Crazed Dinner.”
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Crazed Dinner
“Hello Spuddly!” I call out as I enter my apartment.
That's what I’ve named my last potato. Its all I have left, well that and Rosy the Last of the Roast Turkey. It’s still three days until payday. I gotta treat Spuddly and Rosy like old friends so they don’t go bad before I eat them. It is always difficult breaking the news that you’re going to eat them to friends. There’s always an awkward silence as you pull out the plate and prep the microwave or oven.
I pause in the middle of the kitchen. My stomach growls. I sigh, there’s nothing for it I’ve got to eat Rosy. Rosy will provide me with some much needed protein and stick thicker and longer in my stomach. To be honest I also enjoy Spuddly’s company more… his warm earthy brown sitting on the counter corner makes my whole apartment seem homely, whereas Rosy hides in the frig, all covered in spices, and to be honest a bit stuck up.
Spuddly of course, will go soon as well, but he gets a pass today, my mouth is already salivating with the idea of Rosy of the Roast Turkey. I go to pull out a knife then stop midway, think and place a napkin over Spuddly. He doesn’t need to see this. I turn back to the knives and select my weapon. I raise it in front of me and it’s blade glistens under the florescent lights. I walk towards the frig and mentally brace myself for the attack.
Quick and painless. I’ll make it quick and painless. I reach towards the handle, the lights filling the kitchen with a sickly artificial brightness. I lick my lips as I grab the handle and I slowly curl my fingers round then tighten my grip until my knuckles turn white. Primed and ready with the knife pointing to the door crack, I take a deep breath. I open the frig, “Here we go!” I think.
I toss open the frig and the door snaps open with a bang! Knife in hand I dash towards the plastic wrapped turkey breast imbued by me with a name and a life.
Rosy.
If Rosy had a face it would be filled with such fear and betrayal that I may never eat again… but this is no time for mercy. Quick! I raise the knife. Painless! I stab. My aim is true and the knife lands in the center straight through the plastic. The strike makes tearing, crinkling, thud and I can hear the tip of the blade scrapping the plastic plate through the turkey breast once called Rosy. “Good bye Rosy.” I whisper and pull the knife out.
Soon the microwave is humming and turning round. The tantalizing smell of meat fills the air. Before I know I hear the beep beeping and I am preparing a fork and knife. I pull my dinner out and smile. It looks so good! Blocking the plate I turn to the napkin covered bump on my counter.
I pull the napkin off and one handedly fold it back to its original position. I smile down at the potato and stroke its rough skin with my finger. “Tomorrow.” I say with a smile and walk away to the living room to watch TV and eat. As I reach the doorway I turn around and smile at Spuddly.
“Tomorrow you’re mine.”
End
