“We can
rebuild him, we have the technology.”
Humpty
Dumpty* #quote
Today I went to
my card game thing. Talked with my friend Jessica as I usually do
when there, we haven't been able to hang out at other times because
work's been keeping her busy. (She works at an animal hospital and
they took in extra kittens that have yet to find a home.) Anyway onto
the flash fiction!
Alphabetic
Chaos And Order
“AFKGYUIJYOPRTU,”
the alphabet soup said to Edwin Dalon, the orderly chef. It insulted
him with the random nature of its distribution. Disgusting. No order.
With luck he could use his spoon to fix the ugly thing and make few
words. However all his fixes would swish and wash away as soon as he
moved the bowl.
Edwin Dalon's
friend called him obsessive with the way he made sure everything fit
right in place in an orderly fashion. He simply called himself sane.
“When the
pieces of a clock are out of place you say it's broken, right?”
That's what Edwin would tell anyone who told him he was to obsessive
with keeping things in order. And he felt the alphabet soup fit the
nature of a broken clock. Giving such a thing to children! Every
effort should be made to show the proper order of language, not this
garbled mess. (Though he found the many inconsistencies in language
to be offensive, going so far to invent his own to write a journal,
poem, and then novels in.)
The orderly
chef decided he needed to fix this somehow. Destroy this monster. Be
rid of it. He would hope he could take it behind his house and shoot
it like a sick dog in a way that the children that adored it couldn't
see.
He knew he
couldn't just magically make all the alphabet soup in the world
vanish. The only solution Edwin could think of was to create a
replacement. Some sort of other alphabetic creation following order.
Something that didn't swish around as a chaotic mess in a bowl. If
parents would choose to give their children food holding letters in
it, it would be his.
The chef spent
all his free time working to create his replacement for his enemy.
Alphabet soup did however possess many powerful competitive
properties. The food's sheer convenience made it attractive to the
family. Also the “each time different” did provide some
entertainment.
However the
chef's experience in the food industry did lead him to an eventual
answer. He would create alphabet crackers. Each would be imprinted
with a letter and he would make different words come with the boxes.
It would be different each time, but the word's would be organized.
Sane as he put
it.
A company loved
the idea put out the crackers as he designed them. Put an education
spin on them as well. Mass production followed.
Though Edwin
profited financially from his venture he walked through the park one
day and to his horror he saw his cracker creation being combined with
the alphabet soup. Children enjoyed taking the words he carefully
packaged and mixing them up with each other and soup. He not only
created a new source of chaos by making something else the children
could mix up, but it could combine with the chaotic creation he
despised so greatly.
Alphabet soup
sales increased rapidly with the alphabet crackers supporting them in
a new lunch phenomenon that struck a nation. The fad nearly drove
Edwin mad.
Order, chaos,
what does it mean? Maybe that could be found in some alphabet soup.
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