A short story of the last Jaffa cake in the box…may not be long…
Day 1:
I’m sitting in a quiet and dark place. I’m being held in these weird blocks, there are these small things next to me which stops me from moving. If I move slightly I touch something rough in front of me. It’s weird I can’t talk but I can feel everything that’s happening around me. I can’t move much either so I’m left sitting there and waiting. Waiting for what? I don’t know, for something to happen I guess.
Day 2:
At least I think it’s day 2, well some time has passed and the thing I’m being held in is starting to make me feel small and cramped. I don’t know what’s happening but I hear noises outside. Some times it’s a weird crackling sound some times it’s something I can’t make out.
I feel a weird sensation as thought I’m being picked up by something big but it’s so dark I can’t see. I’m being moved around but I don’t know where but I can just feel the sensation of moving.
Suddenly I hear a loud and long crackling noise and then light floods in. It’s so bright after the darkness that it takes a while for my sight to adjust. After a while I find myself looking at a big brown thing. I’m not sure what it is but it’s right in front of my and takes up the whole space.
I can hear something too, noise all around me and I’m not sure what it is but I’m left there in the holding block or whatever it is so I can’t move. A couple of moments later the thing in front of me is being lifted in the air. The brown thing is being held by bigger things that are pink. I guess I’ll call them grippers.
I watch as the brown thing disappears and look in front to see…nothing else. Just a plain blue coloured wall, and some other objects I don’t even have words for. They’re white and flat, but there are many of them stacked altogether one on top of the other. I sit there and look at them, they’re not very interesting they don’t move or do anything really.
Again I’m left sitting here waiting for something to happen, but for the moment nothing. I listen to the things happening around me and try to make sense of what I hear but I can’t understand them
So how was your weekend?
It was great, I went out to Camden market and bought some clothes and fresh vegetables. I even bought a tomato plant. I’ve put it on my windowsill for now but I must buy a bigger pot and put it in there so I can actually get tomatoes.
I have no idea what any of it means so I just sit there and wait. It’s not much fun not being able to move.
So who wants the last Jaffa cake? Mary? Joanne?
Oh go on then give it to me!
I feel myself being lifted and then suddenly being grabbed by the grippers. What’s going on? I thought alarmed but even though the grippers had me I couldn’t move still. The next thing I knew I was being moved closer towards something and then I was being bitten. It was painful but I couldn’t do anything about it. I couldn’t move but I could still feel and it hurt a lot!
It didn’t last long though the next thing I knew I had…
Mmm, Jaffa cakes are so delicious! I could eat them everyday!
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