Chop Chop
A.H. Mittelman
I was running from my ex girlfriend. She was chasing me through the restaurant. “Come on Eddie, you always wanted to know what our secret ingredient was. Now that you dumped me, I really want to show you,” she said, smiled and lunged at me with the knife. She missed. She threw it at me and hit my neck. “I’m sorry, honey, we just weren’t getting along,” I said before falling to the ground. “Chop chop,” was the last thing she said to me before I passed out. She then cut me up and served me as a side dish!
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Alex H Mittelman
I love writing and just finished my first novel. Writing since I was nine. I’m on the autism spectrum but that doesn’t stop me! If you like my stories, click the heart, leave a comment. Link to book: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CQZVM6WJ
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Comments (4)
I love this so much!
Oh...
If I've learned anything over the years, it's don't bother to run. Just let them twist the knife and get it over with. Of course... I've never dealt with a literal knife, so I might revise my position in this case! Funny piece! Here's my microfiction piece if you've time: https://vocal.media/fiction/the-creature-lurks
Lol! Chop chop! 🤣 This was dark and funny!