The new pickles! --An Enthusiasm
Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?
Today was an awesome day! !
You know that carton of pickles in the back of our fridge, the one on the roof? Well I was gnawing on the wrapper this morning when I finally broke through the plastic frieze packaging and got a mouthful of brine. After sucking at the torn corner for a good hour or so, I felt one of the baby dill gherkin sweet relish babyfinger Vienna pickles smack upside my lower mandible's upper teeth ridge. It was hard as a herring! And past its time, I could tell by the "B.C." stamp on the boxtop of the bag under the jar lid.
So guess what?!
I had to get rid of the entire contents of the package, to protect the other residents of our home. I managed to suck 'em all down despite all the retching and conglobberations. I smacked my lips and then apologized to them, and trundled all the way down the razor grass hill to the corner market in the middle of the highway. Mx Trabblefxqntbr-Smith, the janitor and proprietor, sold me on an even newer bubble pack of pickles, the rhubarb ones.
No prequels yet. Why not write one?
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