Peaches Monroe: The Return Of Ursula (Short Story) - Plot & Excerpts
It might have been twenty minutes, or three hours. It was long enough that I moved on from fantasies about getting free. My dreams got scaled back, to fantasies about getting a pizza delivered through the transom window. Time passed. And then my fantasies got really weird. I started to think about kale, the green stuff that looks like lettuce but tastes like grass. If someone had sent a kale smoothie through the transom, I would have consumed it with gusto. I was well into my kale fantasy stage when someone knocked on the door. An austere male voice carried in through the open transom: “Are you two still in there?” I was lying flat on my back, imagining I was part of a delicious kale salad with grated beets and arugula and goat cheese and radishes and… “Hello?” he said. I sat up. It had to be the kale delivery man, with the kale pizza I ordered.
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