Jam today, jam tomorrow… jam forever. A swish of the knife into the jar; another layer of jam over the bread. Raspberry, of course. Strawberry was for children and I most certainly am not a child. Not any longer. And never will be again, unless time travel becomes possible in my lifetime… and even then I wouldn’t be a child, I would just be a creep watching my child-self being, well, a child.
I spread another layer over the top of the last, raising the jammy goodness by another half centimetre. This would be the thickest jam sandwich in the history of jam sandwiches. A pity it won’t be eaten. No, no; there are other plans in place for this goopy wonder.
A giggle crawls up my throat but I stifle it before Jenny can hear. That would just not do. Where would the surprise be if she heard my nefarious plan? She’s known me long enough now. She’s probably wondering why I’m taking so long in the kitchen. She would check on me soon… sooner if I allow my glee to burst forth in a hail of gut-doubling laughter.
Another layer of jam. Okay. This would probably do; any more and it would no longer be a jam sandwich, but a pile of jam with a side of bread. Maybe it’s already that. It doesn’t matter. All that matters is that it sticks to the ceiling long enough for Jenny to raise an eyebrow. Then let the mayhem begin.
Hello! 🙂 It’s Day 472 of @mariannewest’s five-minute #freewrite! The prompt for today is — Jam tomorrow — and this is what I came up with before the eggtimer website went beep-beep at me.
You can find today’s challenge at the following link:
I like to think that today’s story is written from the perspective of Joey! And now the other character I always write as finally has a name — Jenny. Joey and Jenny. Eating Jam. Or having jammy mishaps. Uh-oh! 🙂
The image used for today’s header is a CC0 image courtesy of Pixabay!
Thank you for reading!! 😀