Hell In A Hand Basket

She threw the paper chicken at his head, and stormed angrily out of the room. She slammed the door so hard that it shook the dangling crystals on the chandelier.
The paper chicken had lodged in his hair. When he turned to walk toward the window,  the paper chicken fell first to his shoulder, and then fluttered to the plushly carpeted floor without a sound.
When he got to the window, he parted the heavy drapes. He looked down to see her pulling away on her Vespa scooter. He let the drapes slowly fall away from his fingers. He turned around and walked over to where the paper chicken lay. He bent over and picked it up. He took it over to the cork bulletin board that hung by the wall phone. He pulled out one of the push pins, a red one, and he speared the paper chicken to the board.
CountSpatula CountSpatula 46-50, F 11 Responses Sep 4, 2010

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Love this! Engagingly descriptive!

Thank you for your enthusiastic reply. I had honestly forgotten about this one, as I have others that have been here for several years. It is refreshing to get feedback so long after the fact.

Remind me to ask about this.

The audience squirms uncomfortably. The heavy curtains slowly rise. The music "favorite things" softly dances off the stage into the swiftly dimming theater.

The anti hero stands in the wings, listening to the melodic droning. She can't help having the once playful lyrics roll through her mind again, as always...

Pa-per chiiiiickennn ..aaaaaand a waaaaall phone
Vessssssspa Scoooooooo-terrrr too...yes
these are
a few of my
favorite things...and then, up go the lights on the plaza. A single hapless spatula stands before the audience, ready with introduction. When suddenly, Bobby Darin
and Sandra Dee, burst through the theater doors. And while Riding, of all things contrary to nature, this years newest, biggest displacement Harley Davidson. It was the one code named Ellie May in PDC, ( due to the enormity of her Jugs)...

The audience is stunned. In the first place Mac Thinniff has been either missing since 73 or he really did fall off that zamboni in the arctic. As for Sands even though nobody could accept it Deidra must have now had every part of herself replaced,
and even she was no longer willing to argue. She really hadn't been herself earlier, or rather lately. Suddenly the entire theater was bathed in a bright beam of light from above.

Everyone looked into that beam. While I simply threw mine back, and poured another.

I'm loving this sense of humor. Although if you're going to make a entrance into hell, I'd select a vehicle more masculine than a hand basket. I can just see those demons now, "Oh boy here comes another one in a hand basket. We'll have to put him in block E with the other hand baskets." That's probably the part of hell you don't want to be in.

Good thinking. Plus, can you imagine how quickly a hand basket would go up in flames?

Good point. I hadn't considered that. With everything else going on, I bet fire safety gets overlooked a lot by people entering hell. Its up to us to raise awareness.

This is sweet!

The paper chicken now pegged as just another incomplete recipe on the bulletin board.

poor chicken little ...

In that case, rave on! Try to incorporate the words "evil mango" into your next story.

It is the ravings of a mad spatula.

Is this a true story or a work of fiction?

Love it!