Lisa
Richard
Serendipidy
Lizzie
Norval Joe
Tura
Tom
Planet Z
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SERENDIPIDY
What do you mean, 'what the hell is this?'
That, is what you've been asking me to make for ages - you know I've been trying to find a recipe everywhere, with no luck, so I've had to work it out for myself.
And now, you have the nerve to question it?
You seriously don't want to eat it, after I've slaved for hours over a hot stove, just to please you?
As for 'what the hell is this?' You know exactly what it is… Rat stew!
Exactly what you asked for.
You didn't?
So, what the hell is ratatouille then?
TOM
Hair Today
My grandmother pointed out one could train their hair to fall along a
well define part line. Try as I may as child this did not work. Brushes
and combs were no match for the might follicles My hair had other ideas
in mind. Sure, the part starts on the left, but given the slight
provocation it will loses all cohesion. I have over the years taken
ownership of dishevel, cultivated a crawl from dumpster affect. With
age I have parted will much of my hair. Receding and thinning soon I
will look more like Gollum with a single hair part.
RAT STEW
In the eighteen years of posting, we have had some interesting topic to
write on. I’ve found some angle to get to 100 words. This has me dead in
my tracks. No muse can save me. I am coming up blank. I guess at the
minimum can pounded what the offering is. Is it a stew made with rats?
Is it a stew for rats? Is it threat like he’ll swim with the fishes,
boys going to make rat stew with that rat. Is this Mr. and Mrs. Stew’s
cruel joke on their first born? Don’t have a clue.
NORVAL JOE
Billbert sat between the two girls in the back of Mr. Withybottom's Lincoln.
Linoliumanda leaned forward and glared at Sabrina. "You're a rat."
Sabrina was shocked. "Where did that come from?"
"Well..." Linoliumanda looked like she had to think of a reason. "Because you're a witch and you dragged Billbert and me into your feud with the Black Knights."
Sabrina crossed her arms. "Then you're rats, too."
"Who?" Linoliumanda asked indignantly.
"All of you," Sabrina snapped at her.
When Mr. Withybottom stopped at a corner, Billbert said, "You can let me out here. I'll walk the rest of the way."
TURA
Rat stew
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“Have you decided what you’re having?” inquired my dining companion.
“Not yet, can you help me out with some of these?” I replied. “What’s ‘ratchet’?”
“Rat stew,” he said. “Probably farmed though, nothing like the flavour of wild-caught field rats, but you rarely see those commercially.”
“And ‘presentation de bratchet à la graisse de caniche’?”
“Bratchet, that’s a type of hunting dog. It’s a mixed grill of the legs, belly, and ribs, with a poodle fat sauce.”
“Paté de phoque matraqué?”
“Clubbed seal paté.”
“Yum!” But I chose the fillet of unborn foal with sheep’s eye jelly. There are limits.
LIZZIE
"Not inside the cave," they said.
Why? No one answered.
Onward to the cave then.
There was nothing much going on. A few shields with Viking drawings, a few contraptions made of tiny bones, and a dead body.
She couldn't understand what the fuss was all about. Perhaps it was the cattle skull on the wall.
"Rat this, rat that. Stew?! No, thank you," she said out loud. "This dead man looks remarkably good for a dead person."
And then... She didn't see it coming.
The dead man was not dead and, much to her misfortune, she was a rat.
LISA
Rat Stew
Meals were haphazard. Life was haphazard really, we’d pretty much moved into the basement by November. The summer had been full of dandelion salads. Blackberries and apples warmed by the autumn sun had just run out.
Our cat, Lucky, saw to herself and always had. Our neighbours, long gone now, had eaten their pets.
