Christopher “CJ” Herring
Poetry from a Black gay male poet about the alternative lifestyle experience and life in general. Also, creative writing… I enjoy writing challenges!
“The Chef & The Monkey”
Each day since the shipwreck the cruise ship chef found mysterious coconuts, tropical fruit, and large palm tree leaves filled with fresh water. Without them the chef would have died regaining consciousness and mobility after almost drowning. The cruise ship had capsized after a fatal storm at sea! The chef had recollection of nothing but screams and water followed by awaking on the beach. After regaining strength from another discovered delivery the chef decided to explore the island and look for other survivors assuming that’s what they’d be doing too and who’d left the items.
“I know I entered my password correctly! I just know it!!!” the employee said struggling to maintain composure as a supervisor stood looming and looking over shoulders walking back and forth. “I even had the password display as I typed it in this time so I know and NO it saying that I was inputting it in incorrectly!”. “I used to just believe I made a keystroke error or even had confused the many different passwords I try to memorize but this time I checked as I did it AND recorded it!” the employee continued. The supervisor glared and barked “RESET YOUR PASSWORD!” and a coworker the employee hated started it’s mental, emotional, and spiritual abuses AGAIN. “Are you absolutely sure you put it in correctly? It’s sooooooo easy just to make a mistake! Are youuuuuu sure it wasn’t YOU?!?”.
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. It wasn’t an actual window but a smartphone. There were no real windows there just the virtual windows which show moving videos of beautiful nature scenes rumored to still exist in outlying areas or scenes from outer space where many of the other wealthy had already evacuated to those facilities. She looked at the actual reality of what was occurring outside. There were dead and dying citizens on the streets and the buildings were all burning with looting and pillaging. She cried and excused herself. He comforted her as they had only just met and she was greeting him into the shared two bedroom survival suite. He had told her his prior planned roommate had been killed and that is why she had suddenly gotten off of the waitlist.