Sprout

I don’t know what it was, but the second it hit the floor it was in my mouth and gone.

“Quite the little culinarian, aren’t you?” Jay asked. “That was a Brussel sprout.”

“And it sure went down in a hurry,” added Em.

“Rerawawarr?” I asked.

“No, not broccoli, a Brussel sprout.”

It was good, I thought, though a bit soft. Tangy.

“That was the lemon juice,” said Jay.

I smacked my lips together, still working the taste and texture of it through my mouth. My tongue kept hitting my palate as though looking for more. I looked around the floor but I guess that was the only one.

“One time event, buddy,” said Jay. “Those things don’t fall from the sky every day.”

“Now I suppose we’ll have to wait and see if it kills him,” said Em.

“I’m pretty sure he’ll be okay,” said Jay.

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About James McDonall

I believe in laughing, especially at yourself, and as often possible. I believe in "live and let live". I believe that communication is the foundation of all our solutions. I believe that listening is more important than speaking, and that speaking should serve the cause of listening. If you like my writing, I'm available for hire. Please send me an Email to discuss your project. View all posts by James McDonall

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