Humor Flash Fiction posted February 21, 2021 |
Phantom Feast: Gone in a FLASH
In My Dreams: All I Can't Eat
by Elizabeth Emerald
Last night I went to a Thai restaurant with friends. I ordered seafood in red curry sauce: shrimp, scallops (squid held at social distance) and an array of vegetables over broad rice noodles.
The dish set before me contained none of the above.
In place of the noodles were dry grains of white rice. In place of the seafood: dry grains of white rice. In place of the vegetables: ditto.
Scattered sparsely amidst the sea of white were grey pellets reminiscent of feed dispensed dime by dime at petting zoos.
Had I not been amongst refined company at their treat, I'd have sent it back whence it came with the salutation: This stuff sucks.
As it was, I picked at it; the morsels (desiccated scallops? petrified mushrooms?) were tasteless.
My friends waved away my proffered bills; I didn't have to shell out twenty bucks for the swill.
Not that I'd have missed it; my wallet was stuffed to bursting.
Why, there must have been hundreds of dollars! As I riffled the stack, I marveled at my newfound wealth. I had no clue as to how I'd accrued it.
The mystery shall remain; as the tally hit $235, I woke up.
Last night I went to a Thai restaurant with friends. I ordered seafood in red curry sauce: shrimp, scallops (squid held at social distance) and an array of vegetables over broad rice noodles.
The dish set before me contained none of the above.
In place of the noodles were dry grains of white rice. In place of the seafood: dry grains of white rice. In place of the vegetables: ditto.
Scattered sparsely amidst the sea of white were grey pellets reminiscent of feed dispensed dime by dime at petting zoos.
Had I not been amongst refined company at their treat, I'd have sent it back whence it came with the salutation: This stuff sucks.
As it was, I picked at it; the morsels (desiccated scallops? petrified mushrooms?) were tasteless.
My friends waved away my proffered bills; I didn't have to shell out twenty bucks for the swill.
Not that I'd have missed it; my wallet was stuffed to bursting.
Why, there must have been hundreds of dollars! As I riffled the stack, I marveled at my newfound wealth. I had no clue as to how I'd accrued it.
The mystery shall remain; as the tally hit $235, I woke up.
The dish set before me contained none of the above.
In place of the noodles were dry grains of white rice. In place of the seafood: dry grains of white rice. In place of the vegetables: ditto.
Scattered sparsely amidst the sea of white were grey pellets reminiscent of feed dispensed dime by dime at petting zoos.
Had I not been amongst refined company at their treat, I'd have sent it back whence it came with the salutation: This stuff sucks.
As it was, I picked at it; the morsels (desiccated scallops? petrified mushrooms?) were tasteless.
My friends waved away my proffered bills; I didn't have to shell out twenty bucks for the swill.
Not that I'd have missed it; my wallet was stuffed to bursting.
Why, there must have been hundreds of dollars! As I riffled the stack, I marveled at my newfound wealth. I had no clue as to how I'd accrued it.
The mystery shall remain; as the tally hit $235, I woke up.
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