4 of 30, 2016

Little Edible Luggage

Life was pretty cool but
I didn't like how it was treating me
so I asked to speak to the manager.

I was under the impression I could win
prizes or money, I said. He laughed

atonally and offered to end the world.
No, I said, I've been there. They have
some cool stuff. Let's consider

the apocalypse off-limits
as a favor to me. What about

some answers? Find the truth,
the manager said, and just torture
the hell out of it. All right then,

happiness? He clucked his tongue.
Happiness? Takes all kinds, I guess.
I could give you a life that's

a joke between a few good friends.
But you'd die choking and

misunderstood. Yeah, that does
sound good, I said. And we parted
ways, whittling.

from a prompt by Annie Stutzman