Ad hoc short story by Pipineni
Georgina was standing in front of the fridge with a growling stomach,
searching something to munch on. She was indifferently going through on
the packages, browsing between the blue cheese, chicken wings and
prawns and wondering when did she buy all these products.
With a
slight disappointment, she turned to the kitchen cabinets hoping maybe
there she can find something more tempting. Opening the door cans of
cassoulet were lining up. Plenty of them put on top of each other. She
could not recall where were those cans from. Opening one cabinet after
another she was completely appalled when realized that the same
cassoulet cans were everywhere in endless rows. Different brands and
sizes, but all of them were this heavy, greasy combination of bean stew
and pork. The last time she had anything like that was back then when…
She did not even remember when was the last time. It has been at least a
decade since…What?
She stepped back to the fridge, opened it again and tried to find
something which would at least catch her eyes. From shelf to shelf she run
through her eyes and felt nothing. Nothing but her stomach empty. She
found a whole fish, with eyes wide open, staring at her blamingly, and
for a second she was sure, she heard the fish saying, “You are the
reason, why I am dead now.” She felt disgusted and shut the fridge while
a shiver
run down on her spines. “What is going on? Is this a joke or what?” She
asked herself weirded out. She walked towards the kitchen door, to ask
her flatmate if he wanted to prank her. She pushed down the handle,
entered the room. It was the kitchen again. She turned her head back,
look behind confused and the exact same room was on both of sides of the
doorstep, the same furniture, same cabinets with the same cans in them.
Every single tile was the exact same. She got concerned and headed
towards the door on the other side to get out of there, but it was the
same kitchen again. Her heart was almost jumping out of her chest, she
was already questioning her sanity. She started running like a lunatic,
she was dashing between the rooms, until she run
out of her breath and fell on her knees, realizing, she was trapped in
an endless circle of the exact same kitchen. As she was gasping on the
floor, her stomach was rumbling so loud, it was unrealistic.
She
wanted to shout for help, but she was not even sure anymore if she had a
flatmate. She curled herself up, hugging her stomach, trying to hold
down the more and more aggressive growling sounds shooting out from her
body. She could not tell, how long she was lying on the cold floor,
hours or maybe even days. It felt like one eternal second.
She did not feel hungry anymore, this was something else, something evil slowly eating her up from the inside bite after bite, piece after piece. There was nothing else to feel anymore but the void spreading inside her. There was nothing else anymore. Slowly she acquiesced with the fact that she is going to die. The darkness gently suffused everything around her.
When she opened her eyes, she was standing in front of the fridge with a growling stomach.
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