Persistently Inedible (resisting the inevitable)
They came for me in the dead of night, grabbed me and forced a sack over my head. I was taken to an undisclosed location, locked in a room with nothing but a table and chair. A plate of food was set in front of me. Weird. They told me I could leave… but only if I finished everything on my plate. I was not hungry.
I tried to reason with them. I ranted and raged and pounded my fists in a heroic hissy fit., I even begged…but they ignored me and by then, hours later, I was getting hungry.
The plate of food was still sitting there but I didn’t recognize anything on it. It must have been some kind of exotic vegetables. It didn’t smell good. I resisted.
A few hours later I was famished. I took a closer look. maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, but just then, something twitched. I squeemed with the heebie-jeebies…and looking again, I could swear it was breathing. I thought I’d puke but had nothing to give…that’s when it all started to stir and writhe and become agitated. It was REALLY weird (but I was sooooooo hungry now).
I grabbed a piece off the plate, wrestled it into my mouth and down my throat. It resisted, kicking and screaming all the way down. That’s when I puked…but as it limped away angrily, I caught it again and RE-ate it. In fact, I managed to round up every single piece of those awful, jabbering bits of freakish vegetable…and I must say, it was the best meal I’d had in ages. In fact, I was looking and feeling much more like my old self again. Man! Best Thanksgiving EVER!!! end.
***Another image and story slated to be published in our 4th book, “A Short Burst”…a collection of flash science fiction, illustrated. Find our first 3 illustrated books at www.sallemander.com.