Sunday, December 16, 2012


Grimm Shores

“Why not?”
“It tastes bad.”
“You haven’t tried it.”
“I have.”
“Not this one.”
“Is it any different?”
 “I’ll eat it.”
“Be my guest.”

Fast-forward to an hour later.

“How is he doing, doctor?”
“Stable. But we are very concerned. Tell me, what did he eat?”
“It must have been bad already…”
“No. I added some arsenic to it.”
“Why would you do that,” asked the doctor alarmed running back into the ER.

 I told him to buy sweet rice so many times, he thought.
It was 8pm. Great, the supermarket is still open. 

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