The Crockery Coup

“I’s drunk enough that I’m gonna need help pourin’ me liquor I’ve spilled across me kitchen table. Swear the glass just moved, always missin’ the insides. Think it’s cursed, I tell ya, like the rest of this damned kitchen.

Now I’ve gone and lost the blinkin’ lid off the bottle. Bet it’s run off with the dish ‘n spoon, like the rest of the bloody kitchen. I tell ya, I’s can’t find nothin’ no more.

Swear I’m gonna put a permanent lock on ’em kitchen cupboards that never shut. I’m tired of their shenanigans too. Bet they’re partying harder in the pantry with the rest of them skeletons peeking at me through ’em key holes meant for keys that I’ve never found.

Now don’t let the common flatware act fool ya. And don’t get me started on the China – that’s too much crockery for one conversation. I tell ya, they’re planning a coup in the cupboard, ever since the missus run-off with the good stuff, leavin’ me with a frying pan and some Tupperware containers that I swear she’ll be demandin’ a ransom for the return of ‘em missing lids.

Nah, forget I ever asked for someone to help pour my grog. I’s thinks I’ve had enough to try an’ stagger outta this kitchen tonight. Might make it to the couch for a change, coz I can’t sleep in the bedroom –there’s too many ghosts in there.”

(237 words)




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2 thoughts on “The Crockery Coup

  1. That last paragraph elevates this from a simple bit of comedic fun into something that is actually quite tragic – particularly the last line. Clever stuff – nice job Mel.

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