“Be wery, wery
quiet I'm hunting wabbits.”
Alice, Alice
In Wonderland* #quote
Unless there's
unexpected tea time with the Mole People Jessica should be coming
over as planned today. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
Salad Bar
The Caesar
Salad had way too much to drink. Dressing filled his body. In
Foodland various dishes took form and salads resembled humans with
their lettuce for their skin. Garden grabbed his friend and said,
“You're not going anyway Caesar. Not until that dressing goes
through your system and the extra drains.”
Caesar replied,
“I'm fine! He wobbled as the weight of the dressing pushed against
his lettuce.”
Garden let go
of his friend. That bit of toughness he used on Caesar before already
gone. He decided that confrontation would begin to become too
awkward. The dressing he had probably allowed him to make that
assertion. But salad's aren't usually strong dishes, though there are
exceptions. Garden never drank more dressing then he should. That was
so that he'd knew he'd be perfect when he moved on to The Other Side.
But he looked
over at Caesar walk onto to the end of the bar, full of dressing.
Garden knew Caesar should be sitting down. Waiting. But then Caesar
fell apart from the weight of the dressing, croutons falling out and
rolling through the salad bar. Garden knew he should have stopped
Caesar, and one of the croutons stopped right at his feet.
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