As we all know, Mama wants nothing more than blog posts on any particular holiday, so here is mine. A week or so ago I wrote a short story for our Chekhov book for book club, and Mama liked it so much she wanted me to keep writing stories. It didn't turn out quite the way I pictured it, but I'm still very happy with the following. Enjoy!
They came for us….
It happened suddenly. Our community was peaceful and orderly, living in quiet rows, sleeping silently through our long night. Our community accepted everyone, regardless of color or form, and shared our sweet attributes with one another. All of this was destroyed in a fleeting instant, when blazing light breached the calm darkness of our home, and foreign invaders senselessly plucked our friends from the warm embrace of our commune. When it was over, only half of us remained, blearily grasping to understand the mindlessness of the attack.
If only that was the end…
The attacks continued, although the randomness seemed to subside. Light overwhelmed our senses for longer stretches, and these intruders seemed to be more selective. We sat, petrified and helpless, whenever the light broke upon us, wondering which of us would be taken. One by one, our community dwindled, the circle of togetherness that once joined our group together fracturing. We no longer shared our sweetness with one another, and we grew more and more distant as our numbers dwindled.
Finally, I was the last. My friends gone, and any sense of community destroyed, I huddled in fear, awaiting my doom. And once the light enveloped me, I embraced its coming and accepted my fate…
Dave peered down and licked his lips. He furrowed his brow and he twitched his fingers. He’d been in meetings all morning and had just now found a minute to go to the kitchen and see if any donuts were left from that morning’s office-wide get together. He had almost been too late-in the back corner of the last box was a glazed donut, slightly dented from where the box flaps had scuffed it when someone tried to close the box too quickly. A piece of chocolate frosting from another donut that had been its neighbor stuck to the side, but since chocolate donuts were his favorite, Dave didn’t mind. And if he couldn’t have chocolate, a glazed donut was better than no donut, right? Dave reach in, grabbed the donut, and quickly walked out of the kitchen, hungrily taking a bite of the donut and filling his mouth with the sugary dough as he peered around. He hurried back to his office, wolfing down his prize. In four bites, it had vanished, all evidence of its existence gone, except for the sweet crumbs of donut glaze clinging to his fingers.
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