An Unexpected Poultergeist
...or, the incident of non-bread in the night-time.
i enter the kitchen, bent on fortifying myself for yet another boring day of lab/lectures. i see a bowl, covered with a nice napkin. beside the bowl, there is a jar of garlic spread.
bowl. and spread.
mm. covered bowl + nearby condiments = imminent bread! i lift the napkin.
eh. another bowl. alright. i lift that bowl.
surprise chickens! naked and covered in some sort of kinky sauce. i beat a hurried retreat.
menopause = strange fits of maternal instinct = random attempts at cooking? fallopian tubes are in the know.
i need coffee rather badly.
+ fictions&fires 12:50 AM
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