Have you ever microwaved a meal, gone to do something else and forgotten about said meal to the point where you get back and it's gone completely cold – inside the microwave?
No, not many people are actually stupid enough to do that.
But if you have, I bet you feel a little stupid now, huh?
Let me elaborate further then, you left a meal in a steaming hot box for however long it would take for it to actually cool down while you were busy de-weeding your garden.
Then you thought to yourself, as you pulled that last motherfucker out of the ground – Man, I could really go for a nice hot portion of last night's mildly-burnt macaroni.
Oh wait, shit.
It doesn't matter much though, because you can just re-heat it anyway.
Yet you still feel dumb and wonder if you have a case of early Alzheimer's that you need to check out.
I know what you're thinking.
I didn't come here to read about misfortune surrounding microwave usage, nor did I come here to be reprimanded for my past sins.
Don't you worry your sweet little head; this isn't what this story is actually about.
No, this story is about something else entirely.
And these characters wish they could be dealing with late night meal shame.
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