| Humor Fiction posted October 30, 2023 |
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The Sequel contest entry
Frankenberry
by DragonSkulls
The author has placed a warning on this post for violence.
While heading into Walmart, I thought it was odd that the police SUV was left running out in front of the store while the officer himself was inside talking to the lady who checks out your receipt upon exiting. Tampa's full of crazies and I can't believe he'd just leave it there for some nut-job to steal but I guess he knew what he was doing.
After about a half hour of shopping, my cart was pretty close to full. I was heading up the aisle to grab me a bag of cereal. It was almost the last day of October and Halloween was soon going to be over. I'm not sure if anyone remembers but they used to sell Count Chocula, Frankenberry and Boo Berry all year long. Well, now they only sell it around Halloween. Every year I stock up on the Frankenberry. As a kid, that was the one I loved the most, and now, so do my kids. It broke my heart when I looked and there was only one box left on the shelf. Before I grabbed it, I asked a girl stocking shelves if they had any more in the back. That was simply pointless because she couldn't speak a word of English. I let out a long sigh, shook my head and turned around to grab the last box.
Just as I reached up, some guy ran into me with his cart, knocking me back a couple feet. I realized he did it on purpose when I watched in shock, him reach up and grab that last box of Frankenberry. I recalled the last time this happened. It was over some candy you can only get around Christmas. Again, I wasn't going to just let some asshole take the last box that I was already reaching for. No way, no how. "Hey, you sorry bastard, you saw me reaching for that!"
He was a pretty hefty dude. He clearly had a gym membership somewhere that he frequented often. "Oh, I'm sorry, please let me apologize." He held up his left hand with his fingers spread out, palm facing him and made a finger gun with his other hand. Then he acted like he was shooting off his fingers, quickly bending each one as he shot until only his middle finger was up in my face. Then he smiled.
It was on.
I kicked his cart back into him with enough force that the box of Frankenberry came flying out of the baby seat part, right into my possession. I could come back for the other groceries at another time. The only thing that mattered at that very moment was getting that precious box of Frankenberry cereal home safely. I pivoted and ran to the other end of the aisle and turned left, heading for the checkout counter. As I ran, I saw at the opposite end of each aisle, muscle man keeping pace with me.
I abruptly stopped at the end of the frozen food section. I paused then turned by the frozen pizzas and he was already on me. He yanked the glass door I was standing by open and it shattered from my weight and its momentum. I fell backward into the main aisle bakery display.
He snatched the cereal from my hand as I started regaining footing. While he raced down the aisle, I grabbed a vanilla ice cream and chucked it through the air. He fell straight on his face when the one and a half quart Breyers blasted into the back of his cranium. I grabbed the cereal as I ran past.
I darted into the only line with an actual cashier and cut in front, claiming I only had one item and I just didn't care what that person thought about it. Just as the cashier scanned the delicious box of Frankenberry, the guy plowed into me like someone going for an MMA takedown. We crashed straight through the Vision Center eyeglass display, into the huge frames wall behind it. We were throwing punches like Mike Tyson wannabes. On one punch, he grabbed my arm and fell clear backwards, using momentum and his feet to hurl me over him and through the wall divider, where I crashed into the seats of the Subway next door, knocking two teenagers on their asses.
I jumped up as he charged, I grabbed him, side stepped and flung him face first into the Subway's customer's germ guard. Blood and glass burst all over the freshly cut meats and veggies before I yanked him backward, throwing him out into the main aisle, where I savagely heaved one of those forty packs of Great Value bottled waters on his head. He finally stopped moving after that.
I ran to the register and threw a five dollar bill at the cashier for the cereal, picked it up off the glass covered floor of the vision place and headed for the door. That's when the cop finally decided he should actually intervene. "Hold it right there, sir."
"Are you seriou-"
Muscle man came blasting into both of us. I fell right on top of the police officer and the beloved box of Frankenberry came loose from my grip. The guy grabbed it and took off out the doors. By the time I was up, he was already getting in his car. My car was clear on the south end of the parking lot. There was no way I could get to it in time. I did the only logical thing. I jumped in the cop's still running SUV and crammed it in gear.
Two people flopped over the hood and windshield as I tore through the crosswalk after this guy. I jumped a couple grass/tree islands and hit a few parked cars before turning on 15th Street behind him. The only thing running through my head head was how delicious those pink marshmallows, you save until the end, floating in milk are. He wasn't taking that from me. He simply wasn't.
He tried turning right on Sligh Avenue but I cut him off. I plowed into the side of his little Toyota at fifty miles an hour and we crashed though the wall of the Corner Club. (A little bar on the corner of 15th and Sligh.) Beers were flung by the few patrons there at noon on a Tuesday as the smashing bricks covered the one cheap pool table. We both jumped out of our vehicles and started using pool sticks like fencing swords, parrying and countering each other's attacks. The bartender was raising Cain while calling 911.
It was only moments later when we heard, "Hey, Frankenberry." One drunk customer had found the box on the floor and was opening it. Me and my adversary looked at each other in shock. There was nothing we could do. The drunkard tore the plastic open and then tripped over one of the wall bricks. It was like slow motion, watching the cereal, worth dying for, fall all over the cement and beer covered floor.
I walked over and nearly started to cry. I picked up the empty box, dreaming of what could have been. I dumped the few remaining crumbs into my palm and licked it.
Knowing there was nothing left to fight for, muscle man asked, "Need a ride back to your car? You know the cops are on their way."
With sadness and heartbreak in my voice, I looked over and answered, "Sure."
Surprisingly, his car still drove and we backed out of the wreckage and he dropped me off in the Walmart parking lot.
Looks like it'll be another year until me and my kids can enjoy that delicious taste of Frankenberry cereal again.
The Sequel contest entry
While heading into Walmart, I thought it was odd that the police SUV was left running out in front of the store while the officer himself was inside talking to the lady who checks out your receipt upon exiting. Tampa's full of crazies and I can't believe he'd just leave it there for some nut-job to steal but I guess he knew what he was doing.
After about a half hour of shopping, my cart was pretty close to full. I was heading up the aisle to grab me a bag of cereal. It was almost the last day of October and Halloween was soon going to be over. I'm not sure if anyone remembers but they used to sell Count Chocula, Frankenberry and Boo Berry all year long. Well, now they only sell it around Halloween. Every year I stock up on the Frankenberry. As a kid, that was the one I loved the most, and now, so do my kids. It broke my heart when I looked and there was only one box left on the shelf. Before I grabbed it, I asked a girl stocking shelves if they had any more in the back. That was simply pointless because she couldn't speak a word of English. I let out a long sigh, shook my head and turned around to grab the last box.
Just as I reached up, some guy ran into me with his cart, knocking me back a couple feet. I realized he did it on purpose when I watched in shock, him reach up and grab that last box of Frankenberry. I recalled the last time this happened. It was over some candy you can only get around Christmas. Again, I wasn't going to just let some asshole take the last box that I was already reaching for. No way, no how. "Hey, you sorry bastard, you saw me reaching for that!"
He was a pretty hefty dude. He clearly had a gym membership somewhere that he frequented often. "Oh, I'm sorry, please let me apologize." He held up his left hand with his fingers spread out, palm facing him and made a finger gun with his other hand. Then he acted like he was shooting off his fingers, quickly bending each one as he shot until only his middle finger was up in my face. Then he smiled.
It was on.
I kicked his cart back into him with enough force that the box of Frankenberry came flying out of the baby seat part, right into my possession. I could come back for the other groceries at another time. The only thing that mattered at that very moment was getting that precious box of Frankenberry cereal home safely. I pivoted and ran to the other end of the aisle and turned left, heading for the checkout counter. As I ran, I saw at the opposite end of each aisle, muscle man keeping pace with me.
I abruptly stopped at the end of the frozen food section. I paused then turned by the frozen pizzas and he was already on me. He yanked the glass door I was standing by open and it shattered from my weight and its momentum. I fell backward into the main aisle bakery display.
He snatched the cereal from my hand as I started regaining footing. While he raced down the aisle, I grabbed a vanilla ice cream and chucked it through the air. He fell straight on his face when the one and a half quart Breyers blasted into the back of his cranium. I grabbed the cereal as I ran past.
I darted into the only line with an actual cashier and cut in front, claiming I only had one item and I just didn't care what that person thought about it. Just as the cashier scanned the delicious box of Frankenberry, the guy plowed into me like someone going for an MMA takedown. We crashed straight through the Vision Center eyeglass display, into the huge frames wall behind it. We were throwing punches like Mike Tyson wannabes. On one punch, he grabbed my arm and fell clear backwards, using momentum and his feet to hurl me over him and through the wall divider, where I crashed into the seats of the Subway next door, knocking two teenagers on their asses.
I jumped up as he charged, I grabbed him, side stepped and flung him face first into the Subway's customer's germ guard. Blood and glass burst all over the freshly cut meats and veggies before I yanked him backward, throwing him out into the main aisle, where I savagely heaved one of those forty packs of Great Value bottled waters on his head. He finally stopped moving after that.
I ran to the register and threw a five dollar bill at the cashier for the cereal, picked it up off the glass covered floor of the vision place and headed for the door. That's when the cop finally decided he should actually intervene. "Hold it right there, sir."
"Are you seriou-"
Muscle man came blasting into both of us. I fell right on top of the police officer and the beloved box of Frankenberry came loose from my grip. The guy grabbed it and took off out the doors. By the time I was up, he was already getting in his car. My car was clear on the south end of the parking lot. There was no way I could get to it in time. I did the only logical thing. I jumped in the cop's still running SUV and crammed it in gear.
Two people flopped over the hood and windshield as I tore through the crosswalk after this guy. I jumped a couple grass/tree islands and hit a few parked cars before turning on 15th Street behind him. The only thing running through my head head was how delicious those pink marshmallows, you save until the end, floating in milk are. He wasn't taking that from me. He simply wasn't.
He tried turning right on Sligh Avenue but I cut him off. I plowed into the side of his little Toyota at fifty miles an hour and we crashed though the wall of the Corner Club. (A little bar on the corner of 15th and Sligh.) Beers were flung by the few patrons there at noon on a Tuesday as the smashing bricks covered the one cheap pool table. We both jumped out of our vehicles and started using pool sticks like fencing swords, parrying and countering each other's attacks. The bartender was raising Cain while calling 911.
It was only moments later when we heard, "Hey, Frankenberry." One drunk customer had found the box on the floor and was opening it. Me and my adversary looked at each other in shock. There was nothing we could do. The drunkard tore the plastic open and then tripped over one of the wall bricks. It was like slow motion, watching the cereal, worth dying for, fall all over the cement and beer covered floor.
I walked over and nearly started to cry. I picked up the empty box, dreaming of what could have been. I dumped the few remaining crumbs into my palm and licked it.
Knowing there was nothing left to fight for, muscle man asked, "Need a ride back to your car? You know the cops are on their way."
With sadness and heartbreak in my voice, I looked over and answered, "Sure."
Surprisingly, his car still drove and we backed out of the wreckage and he dropped me off in the Walmart parking lot.
Looks like it'll be another year until me and my kids can enjoy that delicious taste of Frankenberry cereal again.
After about a half hour of shopping, my cart was pretty close to full. I was heading up the aisle to grab me a bag of cereal. It was almost the last day of October and Halloween was soon going to be over. I'm not sure if anyone remembers but they used to sell Count Chocula, Frankenberry and Boo Berry all year long. Well, now they only sell it around Halloween. Every year I stock up on the Frankenberry. As a kid, that was the one I loved the most, and now, so do my kids. It broke my heart when I looked and there was only one box left on the shelf. Before I grabbed it, I asked a girl stocking shelves if they had any more in the back. That was simply pointless because she couldn't speak a word of English. I let out a long sigh, shook my head and turned around to grab the last box.
Just as I reached up, some guy ran into me with his cart, knocking me back a couple feet. I realized he did it on purpose when I watched in shock, him reach up and grab that last box of Frankenberry. I recalled the last time this happened. It was over some candy you can only get around Christmas. Again, I wasn't going to just let some asshole take the last box that I was already reaching for. No way, no how. "Hey, you sorry bastard, you saw me reaching for that!"
He was a pretty hefty dude. He clearly had a gym membership somewhere that he frequented often. "Oh, I'm sorry, please let me apologize." He held up his left hand with his fingers spread out, palm facing him and made a finger gun with his other hand. Then he acted like he was shooting off his fingers, quickly bending each one as he shot until only his middle finger was up in my face. Then he smiled.
It was on.
I kicked his cart back into him with enough force that the box of Frankenberry came flying out of the baby seat part, right into my possession. I could come back for the other groceries at another time. The only thing that mattered at that very moment was getting that precious box of Frankenberry cereal home safely. I pivoted and ran to the other end of the aisle and turned left, heading for the checkout counter. As I ran, I saw at the opposite end of each aisle, muscle man keeping pace with me.
I abruptly stopped at the end of the frozen food section. I paused then turned by the frozen pizzas and he was already on me. He yanked the glass door I was standing by open and it shattered from my weight and its momentum. I fell backward into the main aisle bakery display.
He snatched the cereal from my hand as I started regaining footing. While he raced down the aisle, I grabbed a vanilla ice cream and chucked it through the air. He fell straight on his face when the one and a half quart Breyers blasted into the back of his cranium. I grabbed the cereal as I ran past.
I darted into the only line with an actual cashier and cut in front, claiming I only had one item and I just didn't care what that person thought about it. Just as the cashier scanned the delicious box of Frankenberry, the guy plowed into me like someone going for an MMA takedown. We crashed straight through the Vision Center eyeglass display, into the huge frames wall behind it. We were throwing punches like Mike Tyson wannabes. On one punch, he grabbed my arm and fell clear backwards, using momentum and his feet to hurl me over him and through the wall divider, where I crashed into the seats of the Subway next door, knocking two teenagers on their asses.
I jumped up as he charged, I grabbed him, side stepped and flung him face first into the Subway's customer's germ guard. Blood and glass burst all over the freshly cut meats and veggies before I yanked him backward, throwing him out into the main aisle, where I savagely heaved one of those forty packs of Great Value bottled waters on his head. He finally stopped moving after that.
I ran to the register and threw a five dollar bill at the cashier for the cereal, picked it up off the glass covered floor of the vision place and headed for the door. That's when the cop finally decided he should actually intervene. "Hold it right there, sir."
"Are you seriou-"
Muscle man came blasting into both of us. I fell right on top of the police officer and the beloved box of Frankenberry came loose from my grip. The guy grabbed it and took off out the doors. By the time I was up, he was already getting in his car. My car was clear on the south end of the parking lot. There was no way I could get to it in time. I did the only logical thing. I jumped in the cop's still running SUV and crammed it in gear.
Two people flopped over the hood and windshield as I tore through the crosswalk after this guy. I jumped a couple grass/tree islands and hit a few parked cars before turning on 15th Street behind him. The only thing running through my head head was how delicious those pink marshmallows, you save until the end, floating in milk are. He wasn't taking that from me. He simply wasn't.
He tried turning right on Sligh Avenue but I cut him off. I plowed into the side of his little Toyota at fifty miles an hour and we crashed though the wall of the Corner Club. (A little bar on the corner of 15th and Sligh.) Beers were flung by the few patrons there at noon on a Tuesday as the smashing bricks covered the one cheap pool table. We both jumped out of our vehicles and started using pool sticks like fencing swords, parrying and countering each other's attacks. The bartender was raising Cain while calling 911.
It was only moments later when we heard, "Hey, Frankenberry." One drunk customer had found the box on the floor and was opening it. Me and my adversary looked at each other in shock. There was nothing we could do. The drunkard tore the plastic open and then tripped over one of the wall bricks. It was like slow motion, watching the cereal, worth dying for, fall all over the cement and beer covered floor.
I walked over and nearly started to cry. I picked up the empty box, dreaming of what could have been. I dumped the few remaining crumbs into my palm and licked it.
Knowing there was nothing left to fight for, muscle man asked, "Need a ride back to your car? You know the cops are on their way."
With sadness and heartbreak in my voice, I looked over and answered, "Sure."
Surprisingly, his car still drove and we backed out of the wreckage and he dropped me off in the Walmart parking lot.
Looks like it'll be another year until me and my kids can enjoy that delicious taste of Frankenberry cereal again.
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