Monthly Archives: March 2014

Flash Fiction Friday Four

I walked into the kitchen super hungry. They hungriest I’ve ever been in my life. I look to my left and see a sack of potatoes. I grab one and go to the sink to wash it off. I’m so hungry that I think I’ll just eat it raw. As I’m washing the potato I hear a strange voice.

“Dude, seriously? Not even going to bake me first?”

My potato was talking to me.

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