Day 3
Dear Diary,
I've slowly been pushed to the back of the fridge. My fellow comrades are all devoured. Lucky bastards. I wasn't meant to live this long, but still here I sit. A lonely slice of pizza, waiting for my turn to be eaten. The light comes on, bringing hope. Maybe today. I look over at the container to my right. Covered in spores it's hardly what I would a culture. I fear if left any longer I too might become infected. The door closes once more. I try to hold onto the hope of tomorrow.
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In The Back of The Fridge and Other Short Stories
Short StoryA little something different. A micro-story about a leftover slice of pizza that day-by-day is waiting to be eaten. Just a bit of fun because when everything in the world seems to be going wrong it's nice to take a step back and laugh a little. Even...
