VOICES - Black Hawk College

IN THE FRIDGE
The milk nudged forward, towards the door. “Well,” he said. “It’s been a
pleasure, guys.”
The rest of them could hear, and knew it was true. It was morning,
breakfast time -- a glance at the gallon who had made their lives so
healthy for the past thirty hours told the story. He had one more bowl of
cereal left in him, maybe a final swig after that.
“Oh, come on,” the soda said. “Maybe they’ll have omelets.”
The eggs murmured amongst each other.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean -- ”
The mayo shook her head. “It’s just so sad. They expire so fast.”
“I know,” the ketchup replied.
“Rhye, Rhilk!”
“Rheah, Rhye!”
“Rhice Rhoing Rhou!”
The apples were hard to understand -- they were kept in the
crisper.
Meanwhile, in the back of the refrigerator, the baking soda was
quiet. He had seen many a-gallon come and go, and knew it was the
way of the world. But he didn’t like it. It wasn’t right. And he had been
thinking. “Excuse me,” he said.
There was a collective hush.
“I think there may be another way.”
-Mitch Folcik
Here is a bit of story just begging for you to finish it. Does the
baking soda have a plan? Will the milk be saved?
HAIKU
The sun-filled fish swims
Living a lazy life
Never making a memory.
-Kayla Behrens
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