Short stories

Carrot

The darkness consumed me. Not a drop of light. Where is the light?

Laying here, I think about life. Oh, how I long for a normal life, full of happiness and light. I would rather be eaten than sit on this dusty pantry floor, molding, rotting. Dying.

Yes, I am a carrot, left and forgotten on a dusty, dirty pantry floor. The door hasn't opened in what feels like eons. I have no story to tell because my journey is nothing. I was a baby carrot when I was taken from my place of origin, so I know of nothing before I was here. This is all I know. I used to have friends. They sat on the shelves and I on the floor. We played games, talked, laughed, cried, we even hurt each other sometimes. But nothing compares to the pain of feeling alone and empty. Which is what I am. Alone and empty.

But wait! What is that? A sound? Footsteps? No, impossible. No one has been here in forever!

"And this is the kitchen. The pantry is rather big." A husky voice says, no emotion in its voice, whatsoever.

Yes! Yes, come in the pantry! Open the door! Pick me up and eat me, please! Oh, the wondrous light, so mysterious and wonderful in many ways. So warm...

The door opens, the light floods in, and I am elated! Light, oh beautiful light, I love you. I bask in the warm and awesome light, but my elation deflates when something gooey and wet drops on me and blocks the light. The stinky hot breath rolls me around the ground. Dog! 

No, no, no, no! Get out of the way you dumb dog!  

But the dog does not here me as it bends down to sniff me.

I just want a couple more minutes in the light pleas-

The end