Trio No 3


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Today you can write about anything, in whatever genre or form, but your post must mention a dark night, your fridge, and tears (of joy or sadness; your call). Feel free to switch one ingredient if you have to (or revisit one from previous trio prompts).

I had been on a diet my entire life. I was always reminded of the fat rolls I had on my legs when I was born. I actually got tired of hearing those words; in fact it gave me a complex. It must have bothered my mom also as she had me in a weight loss group in the seventh grade.

This bad feeling carried through my adult life. I was now on a new fad diet. It was guaranteed to take off 10 pounds in two weeks. The ingredients consisted of vegetables, fruits, lots of meat, and no sugars of any kind.

I was in my fourth day of it. I was lying in bed watching television when a restaurant commercial came on for a nice juicy hamburger. Suddenly my mouth began to water. My eyes started to float as liquid formed. I was hungry.

I argued with myself for around half an hour as I knew I had filled my page with all that I could have to eat that day. It didn’t do any good, I had let the commercial fool me into starvation mode.

I crawled out of bed and put my feet into my cozy slippers. I headed for the dark kitchen. I really didn’t need to be wide awake at 11pm. I let the refrigerator light lead me to what ever was easy to grab.

I located the buns, the cheese and the cold cuts. I found a box of cookies. Leaving the refrigerator door open for light,  I started to smile as I pasted together the biggest sandwich I could create. A thick-slice of tomato, dill pickles, several leaves of lettuce, meat,and a nice smear of mustard.

Grabbing a diet coke, I went to the table and got a napkin to put my cookie and sandwich on. When I turned around two little mice were nibbling at my food. It was the oddest thing I ever saw.

Instead of screaming and freezing in spot, I stared. The heads of the mice had my face. The legs on each mouse were filled with fat rolls. WTF was this? ” Mother, are you trying to still rub that story in my face, from way up there”?

I watched them for a few seconds longer and then suddenly became furious. I raced over to the counter top and shooed those two rascals away. I tossed the sandwich and cookie in the trash can. I wiped the counter down with a Clorox wipe slammed the refrigerator door shut  and turned to walk back to my bed, too angry to remember that I was hungry only moments ago. ” Thanks a lot Mother. I know, I know, stick to the diet little girl. You will be much happier in the end”.

mice

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