‘Hark’ the vile creature spat through yellowed teeth,
treachery dripped in steady trickle from his asinine tongue.
‘We’re out of milk’ he cried, ‘we’re out of milk’ he lied.
But I knew of his stash, swaddled in deception and hidden within a tomato sauce bottle near the back of the fridge.
The contents of the bottle as white as the lies he entangles in his every sentence.
‘Grab some next time your out?’ less a question than a flashed dagger.
Away your deceit, away your traitor’s mask
I shall not enable this milked crazed dragon’s hoard again no, no!
I shall not be entrapped in the curdled prison of so much owed dairy that my eyes may never see.
I resist!
I’ll just grab a coffee from the deli downstairs, message me if you’d like one
-Your roommate.
Sunday Short Stories 