Sunday, June 30, 2013

Sherry's Black Magic Sandwich

Unfamiliar with Jack's kitchen
Sherry had a bitch of a time finding ingredients
To construct a sandwich

Jack's refrigerator would not open for her
Because the biometric lock
Did not recognize her thumbprint

Sherry looked at her palm
Taking note that the wound had already healed
She glared at the refrigerator door and began to chant:
Samahac et famyolas Harrahya!
The refrigerator opened and the mustard, pickles, and deli meat
Floated of their own accord to the counter
Tomatoes and lettuce released themselves from their vegetable drawers and followed the other ingredients
Sherry turned to the the pantry now
Feeling as if every cell in her body held power and answers
She again chanted:
Samahac et famyolas Harrahya!
Jack felt clean and frisky as an alley cat after his shower
He entered the kitchen wearing only a towel around his waist
He saw Sherry yelling at his pantry
His friskiness subsided as he watched his sandwich components
Float through the air to the cutting board on the counter

Sherry was, herself, now floating a few inches above the tile floor of the kitchen
Jack approached her and noted the blue glow her body was giving off
And stated, "Not too heavy on the mustard. I'll be in the living room"




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