I Spy a Pudding Cup
by Anonymous | Score: 5650
Winter is hard and extremely cold as it wafts right into Eira's open door. You wouldn't think that something so soft and pretty could be as uninviting as snow is, but Eira does. She understands perfectly well; she's as uninviting as frostbite nibbling at a toe. She slams the door shut and shuffles towards the yellow refrigerator, yanks it open, and rips off the lid of a pudding cup.
On the fridge door is a large pink sticky note that reads, "Appointment with Margaret". Blegh, she thinks, Margaret. Margaret is her least favorite patient she's ever had as an independent occupational therapist. Fuck Margaret, she continues to think as she flings the now empty pudding cup into the sing. Fuck Margaret and her stupid chihuahua. Eira's hated the damn thing since it chewed apart her favorite comic book that always sat at her desk for her downtime.
In the midst of her mental ranting and pudding slurping, she didn't realize until now the heavy sensation of being watched. The hairs on the back of her neck stand up straight... Hopefully, she thinks, the person staring at her through her kitchen window--she sees him standing there across the street with binoculars in his hands-- is simply a sensitive curator, piecing together the pieces of her simple, very boring life. Her very boring, very simple, and very dumb life.
Eira quickly shuts the window blinds and run-jumps onto her couch. She cradles her plush stuffed dog into her lap. Then, she turns on the tv and begins to watch her favorite show about a somber barbarian. The silly hallmark show features many famous celebrities, and usually at least one person is always drunk and causing all sorts of silly drama and trouble and love-smitten sexy times. I'm just trying to get to 300 words!!! Just 300 words. Just just just just. I'm cheating now hahaha. T