Post by Ramzzy Radulescu on Apr 30, 2012 0:50:39 GMT -5
I was tired and starved as I made my way through the door, into the warm house. I rolled my shoulder that I had hurt and brushed a few beads of sweat from my brow. I had noticed my parents car was back in the driveway. I knew what that meant. FRESH FOOD! Hobbling quickly towards the kitchen I clipped the wall and stumbled, straining to regain my balance before I was sent to the floor. I felt like a drunk. I took a deep breath, holding my hands out as if they help, and carefully put one foot in front of the other towards the fridge.
When I opened it I almost wept with delight. The marvellous colors of all the succulent fruits upon fruits upon vegetables toppling to the side. How beautiful they were in all their glory. At first I was hesitant to grab anything but once my fingers had closed around a peach and I had bit into it all hope had been lost. I grabbed whatever I could. Fruits, vegetables, juices and cheeses were not safe from my greedy hands. The different textures and tastes were almost too much to bear as I gorged myself on their freshness.
Finally, as I lifted my heavy body from the chair I had fell back on for support, I looked in the near bare fridge once more. And that’s when I saw it, looking, in all it’s glory, like a magnificent wild beast, so free and untamed that I simply had to stare. It was like God itself had perched itself right in my house, in my very fridge, answering all the prayers I had ever asked for.
Yogurt.
Sweet salvation. Mouth-watering. Gut-clenching love that licked through your veins, feeling as if it touched every part of you. But I was gorged. I couldn’t force down a spoonful no matter how bad I wanted to. My hand reached out and brushed along the outside of the smooth plastic and I pulled back quickly, swinging my head to each side to look for anyone who might be watching. Nobody was around. No sounds could be heard but my breathing and the roar of the motor on the fridge. I was alone. Alone with my treasure.
I swung back, trying to formulate a plan in my head in mere milliseconds on how I could hide my treasure. My baby. My one true love. Pushing aside item upon items I wished that I could take it out of the fridge and hold it close without it spoiling. I wished for something that would never be. Something that was forbidden, a natural law. Sighing heavily I saw my target. An evil grin cracked across my face as I pulled the Crisco to me, sliding to yogurt in the place it had once been.
The Crisco went back into place and I moved more unused items around it, keeping guard over my treasure like a loyal life. Willing to be taken first before anybody touched my prize. I drew back quickly as I heard footsteps start down the hall, loud heavy footfalls. I drew back and closed the fridge gently. I took a few steps backwards but before I could sit down in the chair I tripped over my own feet, sending my flailing back into the hard wooden chair. Traitors.
A face appeared around the doorframe and I smiled innocently. Father eyed me for a moment before he entered the kitchen and opened the fridge. I held my breath as he grabbed a cartoon of juice and closed the fridge, all the while staring at me curiously. I released my breath on a big breath. My yogurt was safe. For now.
Don’t worry love. I’ll be back for you. I promise.
Crisco marks the spot.
When I opened it I almost wept with delight. The marvellous colors of all the succulent fruits upon fruits upon vegetables toppling to the side. How beautiful they were in all their glory. At first I was hesitant to grab anything but once my fingers had closed around a peach and I had bit into it all hope had been lost. I grabbed whatever I could. Fruits, vegetables, juices and cheeses were not safe from my greedy hands. The different textures and tastes were almost too much to bear as I gorged myself on their freshness.
Finally, as I lifted my heavy body from the chair I had fell back on for support, I looked in the near bare fridge once more. And that’s when I saw it, looking, in all it’s glory, like a magnificent wild beast, so free and untamed that I simply had to stare. It was like God itself had perched itself right in my house, in my very fridge, answering all the prayers I had ever asked for.
Yogurt.
Sweet salvation. Mouth-watering. Gut-clenching love that licked through your veins, feeling as if it touched every part of you. But I was gorged. I couldn’t force down a spoonful no matter how bad I wanted to. My hand reached out and brushed along the outside of the smooth plastic and I pulled back quickly, swinging my head to each side to look for anyone who might be watching. Nobody was around. No sounds could be heard but my breathing and the roar of the motor on the fridge. I was alone. Alone with my treasure.
I swung back, trying to formulate a plan in my head in mere milliseconds on how I could hide my treasure. My baby. My one true love. Pushing aside item upon items I wished that I could take it out of the fridge and hold it close without it spoiling. I wished for something that would never be. Something that was forbidden, a natural law. Sighing heavily I saw my target. An evil grin cracked across my face as I pulled the Crisco to me, sliding to yogurt in the place it had once been.
The Crisco went back into place and I moved more unused items around it, keeping guard over my treasure like a loyal life. Willing to be taken first before anybody touched my prize. I drew back quickly as I heard footsteps start down the hall, loud heavy footfalls. I drew back and closed the fridge gently. I took a few steps backwards but before I could sit down in the chair I tripped over my own feet, sending my flailing back into the hard wooden chair. Traitors.
A face appeared around the doorframe and I smiled innocently. Father eyed me for a moment before he entered the kitchen and opened the fridge. I held my breath as he grabbed a cartoon of juice and closed the fridge, all the while staring at me curiously. I released my breath on a big breath. My yogurt was safe. For now.
Don’t worry love. I’ll be back for you. I promise.
Crisco marks the spot.