This choice: Randy stops in the kitchen for breakfast • Go Back...Chapter #3Randy stops in the kitchen for breakfast by: Hshshshsh   From within Randy’s bag, Corey could feel the effect of the movement of his brother’s walking. It felt almost like he was on a boat, but with more jostling and more claustrophobia. It all ended with a slam, as the bag was placed (not very lightly) on what Corey assumed was the kitchen counter. Corey fell face first into a pair of underwear. His head stuck through the fly. Corey crawled in to turn his brown-haired self around.
Without much warning, the bag opened from the top and Corey looked up to see Randy’s face. His brother didn’t see him, however. Randy needed glasses, but didn’t wear them because he thought they made him look ‘nerdy.’ Thus, the tiny Corey looked like just another blob. Corey tried yelling, but Randy couldn’t hear him over the noise of the coffee machine. It was loud. A hand came down and ruffled through the bag before putting down the bag, realizing with defeat that he would need his glasses to find whatever he was looking for.
Corey untangled himself and left the bag to find the countertop he had once fought for space with his brothers over now a great field of marble. He figured that the best option for getting Randy to notice him would be to be waiting for him at his breakfast. All he could see from this angle was the coffee machine, and so he trekked there. He climbed up on the lip of the machine and then touched the mug. In the time he had taken to arrive at the machine, it had already cooled a bit. In the distance he could hear Randy shouting “Dad, have you seen my glasses!?” in the background. Corey decided he could catch Randy’s attention better if he climbed atop his cup, where he would definitely see him and not crush him. After climbing the handle, Corey sat on the rim and looked at the cooling caffeine below him.
With a loud and sudden noise, the toaster popped up two burnt pieces of bread. With this, Corey became startled and fell into the coffee. It was warm, but not scalding anymore, and it smelled bad. At first, Corey was afraid he might drown, but he found he could stand on the bottom of the cup and still just barely keep himself above the liquid.
After a minute or so, Randy came rushing in, glasses in hand, and slapped them on his face. He looked in his bag once more and let out a “phew!” With that, he approached his cooling breakfast. He checked the toast and decided he could eat it burnt, and went to check his coffee and saw...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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