Rachael Ross Archives
A Collection of Short Fiction
Synopsis:
A culturally barren author expresses her limitations through a succession of stories in which the only commonality appears to be that they are all pornographic. Will her lack of urbane sophistication manifest itself in a paradoxical orgy of sophist didacticism, or will she merely ape the cardboard construct of a morally bankrupt culture unable to secern luxury from necessity?
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Eating Cereal
I looked in the cupboard and couldn't find my favorite bowl. The yellow one with the blue flowers around it seemed to be missing. A small panic gripped me, threatening to spoil everything until I looked inside the dishwasher. I took a deep breath and smiled at my silliness. Sometimes I like to forget things, such as putting away the dishes once they're clean and dry.
Upon the table I placed my bowl and went to the cupboard again, this time for my cereal. I found the box right where it was supposed to be. My many silver spoons were all in their drawer and I selected one at random. I've never had a favorite spoon or anything. I retrieved fresh milk from the refrigerator and sat down on a wooden chair near the window.
There's a comfort to preparing cereal. It's a friendly chore, simple and not complicated, and with a little practice even a small child can do it easily. I've done it many times and most often while thinking of other things. After filling my bowl with cereal and pouring the cold milk, I sprinkled sugar over the top. The crunchy sound made me smile as I eagerly pushed my spoon into the flakes.
At the time, I thought it the best bowl of cereal I'd ever had, but they're all about the same.
The end