The late night meal's revolt [Writer's contest 2]

It was way past midnight when the hunger pangs woke her up. I think she actually deserved it, her last meal was brunch and that was about twelve hours ago.

She works hard…too hard for her own good, she always forgets to eat.  Maybe she’s still traumatized by the numbers the weight scale showed her the last time, I wish she knew that this isn’t the best way to make it lower.

Her daily schedule had not changed. She goes to work very early, grabs a bite from an apple or any other fruit when she feels hungry…. work, work again, then she gets back home after closing very late, wipes off her makeup and falls asleep.

Her stomach decided to riot this night, the neglect was becoming too much. The first search through the fridge was not a fruitful one (literally), same as the second. Damn the calories! She said to herself, as she searched through the fridge a third time.

This time, four huge eggs were the most appropriate victims in sight, she grabbed them. I started to panic; with her choice of a late night meal, it would only take a miracle for me not to be noticed. When she was done throwing in all the other ingredients, she found me at the corner where I was hiding, the hour had come.

She peeled off my outer skin, revealing my first layer of nakedness. I was so shy; a part of me was white, while another part was purple as I blushed. She took off another layer before putting me on the chopping board and cutting me into slices.

Slice after slice, I hoped she would stop, but she went on.

“If I am going to end up this way, at least my death should be mourned.” I thought to myself.

At that moment, I released every drop of Syn-propanethial-S-oxide in me. She chopped on, ignoring the effect it had on her lachrymal glands till she finished. She was sniffing while wiping off the tears that strolled freely down her cheeks. Yipeee! I was excited! It takes a lot to make her shed a tear, I felt honoured.

Finally, her egg sauce was ready.  She is a very fast eater, after 15 minutes, we were all united as one in her stomach…..me, tomatoes, eggs, pepper, curry, salt and seasoning. As we lay still while waiting for the different enzymes to prepare us for our fate and final lying in state, the eggs thought of a mischievous idea.

They whispered to me, “that was a nice stunt you pulled there, Mr. Onion….we are planning a make-her-fart-incessantly-protest which is to take place later this morning once her meeting begins. Wanna partake?”

I really didn’t have a choice, because the chewing process had made all of us one by force, now we had to carry out the mischief in unison. “Let’s do this!” I said.

Immediately, she ran into the toilet…..Poor Susan, we were not ready yet, but due to their large quantity, the eggs had overpowered the rest of us.

NAME: Prisca Ilozumba