Friday, October 19, 2012

Writing - Enchilada Microwave Dinner

Writing - Enchilada Microwave Dinner

Beep.

Beep.

Garret mumbled to himself.  Consciousness couldn't come fast enough.  Bleary eyed and blinking.

What was that?



Beep.

A strange smell assailed him, unable to be pinpointed until he lifted his cheek from the cool tile of the kitchen floor.  It was the smell of food.  His stomach rolled.  Vertigo pitched him one way, and then another.

How had he come like this?  He remembered placing the food in the microwave.  Mexican.

Buttons, beeping.  The meal was beeping to him.

Garret closed his eyes again, it would keep.

And he bled out along the floor, to beeping and the smell of enchilada.



Another 2 minute writing exercise with the prompt from Ainsley.  "Enchilada Microwave Dinner".  I suspect it's a little more bleak than what she envisioned.