Untitled: A True Story

It was Thanksgiving. Like one of those scenes from a commercial selling dishwashers or something. Eating, laughing, praying, dying. My cousin wanted to assert his manhood at the ripe old age of seven, insisting that he should dispense the ketchup onto his own plate by his own hand.

     "You're much too young."

And so the ketchup flowed superfluously, drawing like a tidal wave of fifty feet. No one could ride such a wave, and the fishes knew it and the birds knew it. But he did it anyway.

     My uncle yelled. My cousin cried.

Reviews

[heavvur]

haha cute.
i like this.
i don't know if you know this poet but this story reminded me of his works:

derrick brown.

derrickbrownpoetry.com

i think you'd like it.

anyway. i just like what is happening in this. so cute and funny. unique. makes me wish i was there to witenss such an event. i like the use of the verbs "eating, laughing, praying, dying,"
i liked that.

[hattrick1090]

I laugh. Enough said.

[D. Pesek]

The imagery in this one is great. The comparison to the commercials set up the story perfectly.