Before Number 1 there was Number 0. Her power is that she can communicate with the darkest creatures on earth, Evil Spirits, Demons, even the Devil himself. They do what she says, but it is more of a curse than a gift. She always has a smile on h...
The local rock group down the street Is trying hard to learn their song They serenade the weekend squire Who just came out to mow his lawn Another pleasant valley Sunday Charcoal burning everywhere Rows of houses that are all the same And no one seems to care
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6 years later...
"They said this filet mignon was too red for them". A waiter came back into the kitchen, setting the plate down.
Thomas turned around, grabbing the plate and looking at it before looking back at the waiter. "What do you mean? This is perfect". Thomas was confused.
The waiter shrugged. "They didn't want it pink-"
"They didn't want it pink?" Thomas blinked a few times. "They want it to be dead then? That ruins the whole purpose of a filet mignon. It won't even taste good". Thomas through his hands in the air.
The waiter only stood there. "I don't know what to do". The waiter mumbled.
"Fine, fine, fine. Wait here". Thomas told the waiter, grabbing the plate going around the kitchen, cussing slightly under his breath. Thomas was back in ten minutes and set the new plate down.
"Tell them they just ruined a perfectly good filet mignon". Thomas told the waiter.
The waiter looked at Thomas nervously before grabbing the plate and heading out.
"Where's the scallops?" Thomas asked.
"One more minute!" Someone in the kitchen shouted.
Thomas shook his head as he started to plate a salmon. Another waiter came in, giving a ticket to the organizer.
"Table 9. Starters: 2 house salads. Entrees: 1 Fettuccine De Mer. 1 Lamb - medium".
"Where's the scallops? I need the scallops!" Thomas shouted, turning around.
"Fuck! They burned. Dropping now".
Thomas breathed out, facing forward as he clenched the metal table in front of him.
The waiter from earlier came back in, holding the plate. The waiter looked at Thomas nervously as he set the filet mignon in front of him. Thomas looked at the waiter and then to the entree, waiting for him to say something.
"The customer said it's too dry".
Thomas let out a laugh, nodding his head, grabbing the plate and throwing it into the trash;
"Motherfucker!"
~~~
"Max, remember what I said about putting paint on your hands?" Esme asked as she helped a seven year old boy wash his hands in the classrooms sink.
