My Darling, My Potato
Genre: Weird Fiction | Subgenre: Strange Bedfellows | Prompt: Medium
He gazed into his crystal ball and he said, “I am famished.”
The crystal ball answered back by flashing images of sundry foodstuffs.
He watched as they went by, unsatiated, unmoved, tummy rumbling.
Finally, he saw the good stuff.
He asked for it.
The crystal ball pressed for clarification.
He said, “I speak with certainty. I always speak with certainty.”
The crystal ball confirmed that, in their many years in business together, this did indeed seem to be the case.
And so the medium received exactly what he asked for.
His DoorDash delivery driver swiftly provided an order of french fried potatoes.
The medium tipped accordingly.
The medium ate all of the french fries and he went to bed, belly full. Happy. In love.
The next morning he realized, somehow, a french fry lay next to him, neatly on his pillow.
They remain steadfast in love to this very day.
Politicians make strange bedfellows. Not so for potatoes. Fun read! 💕