FLASH FICTION

Our annual club dinner was a two course meal

This time lamb, thank God, it was not veal

The plate arrived hot with a pleasant smile

Two slices of lamb with various vegetable in a pile.

I sat in silence as a dark eyeless bug appeared

Moving towards the meat as my eye there leered.

There was no meat either as I scrapped back the sauce

And on closer inspection the vegetable was moss.

I looked up at the waiter and he smiled at me

Eyes wide wide open with a smile of glee

“Excuse me” I growled. “I’m not eating this!”

The table took notice and said just “HISS”

I stood up and threw the plate to a wall

A hushed silence grew obnoxiously over all.

The voice of reason came out of the blue.

“It’s your favourite, spaghetti bolognaise with spinach”.

My mind contemplated the news as I scratched an itch.

“You’ve had another. Take your time. Be at your leisure.”

Then I realised I’d had another petit mal seizure.

Ends.