A man in a hood came into the room and then
- A man in a hood came into the room and then
- I remembered what was happening today. He pulled out a knife and got closer. "Talk." "Tomatos, lettuce, salami and mayo." It's the big day, I was getting my first sandwich.
- I was only four years old, but I remember it like it was yesterday. ...The warm buns smushing against clean, crisp tomatoes. It was my very first sandwich. It tasted horrible.
- Since then, I've avoided sandwiches like the plague. I've never been on a picnic, nor attended a high tea. I packed soup for lunch. However, all my preparations were for naught
- when I went on my first date. I didn’t know where I was going until we were already there, and by then, it was too late. A sandwich had been ordered. I tried to avoid eating it,
- as I hadn't even realised it contained onions. I was allergic to onions. Not to mention the weird side effects they gave me. If my date realised that after eating them I became
- an onion myself, she would surely leave me... On the other hand, she loved onions, she wasn't allergic. Maybe she would not mind her boyfriend being an onion and start a relationsh
- ip that brought her tears of joy instead. Maybe. I could always hope. I could be that onion. And if I wasn't, just peel off a layer and I was a different onion. For her, I would do
- -ff my papery skin and slide my smooth white body into her hand, but I know what she's do. She'd cut me, just like she always did. And she would weep as she cut me. And I would
- Weep with her. My blood would mix with our tears and as the knife slowly twisted I in my minds eye would transcend this world and wilt in a rapidly decaying galaxy.
- Started
- 2017-08-17 05:09:09
- Finished
- 2020-05-08 20:14:58
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StigMartyr May 08 2020 @ 20:16
Existential onion.
LordVacuity May 08 2020 @ 21:23
Sweet vidalia, furor of my loins, let me strip away your layers until you are no more.