Friday, October 28, 2011


The chefs murmur.
Pots and pans clang.
The kettle whistles.
The oil sizzles.
The fire blazes.
The waiter enters the dining room with a plate of steaming mushrooms.
A rat squeaks.
The woman screams.
The child hiccups.
The old man groans.
The old woman sneezes.
The chinaware shatters.
Knives and forks clatter.
The bottle pops.
Champagne splashes.
The rumbling of feet running out of the restaurant.
The kitchen knife whizzes through the air.
The rat squeals,
Quietly, it sighs.
Tragically, it dies.

Something's wrong with me, I know.

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