Single Flashback: The Best Worst Story

I hadn’t refrigerated the real maple syrup and it developed a suspicious crust. He’d have to make due with the fake kind. But hey, I’d made a delicious breakfast and he’d just have to deal. I was still expecting compliments. We went into the living room, and dug in. Like a good boy, he made appreciative “nom nom nom” noises as he quickly polished off the first piece of French toast. And then. . . “Oh look, you gave me a little seasoning,” he said, having unearthed the shriveled body of an ant from beneath French toast slice number two of three. “Ew! Sorry baby,” I replied, and we laughed it off. Until he found another. And another.

Past Musings: Exploring A Metaphor

More from the hoard. This was also published in my college literary magazine Inscribed in 2000, and written my junior year. I'm not editing before I post, even if I'd do things differently now. In fact, that is likely to be an upcoming project. See the poems here first, in their original glory. Image by … Continue reading Past Musings: Exploring A Metaphor