by Raymond Alexander Kukkee
"You try it" Mikey said, looking at the gooey stuff. It was like thick soup.
He stirred . It was cold.
"No, you try it", Perkins squinted at it. The brown stuff was flat as pancakes.
"I'm allergic to peanuts" Mikey said, " I better not, I had it for five years now, is there peanuts in it?"
"I dunno" said Perkins.
"You make the call" Mikey said.
"Here's the bread". He handed Perkins a slice of white bread and a knife. He slathered the stuff on his own, folding it in half.
"Make the call now! He took a big bite.
He gasped and grabbed his throat. His eyes rolled, struggling for air.
Perkins pretended to dial 911. 'Operator? Help!!"
Mikey fell back gasping.
Mikey's mother clapped. "Chocolate syrup, boys, no peanuts in that. "
"Good practice, boys! Perfect!"
"The Call" was inspired by Red's M3 FlashFiction Challenge and with a w.c. of 139, squeaks nicely into the July limit of 150 words.
Is that Incoming I hear?