The dishes are multiplying. In the silence of an unwatched kitchen, they copulate unseen. Gestating, birthing, their numbers silently increase. Young plates and bowls; saucers and cups; knives and forks and spoons play on the benchtop, awaiting the time when they can join their elders in the drawer and cupboard. But first, the younglings must be batptised in the sink of soapy waters. Raised on a diet of scraps, they long for the time when they will take the place that has been set for them, and eat their fill of the food placed upon them by the two legs.
Mary Wallace
8/8/2020 06:57:20 am
Well done. Reminds me of my Tupperware. It too procreates and spawns lids...but never of an appropriate size.😂
V. L. Draven
8/8/2020 11:10:10 am
Hi Mary. Glad you enjoyed the story. It's one of those situations I think many of us have experienced. One moment there are only a couple of plates on the kitchen bench, and seemingly the number grows without anyone adding to it. Comments are closed.
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