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FIC: The Jar's Tale
Title: The Jar’s Tale
Fandom: Original
Rating: G
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 200 word Double Drabble
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spacebee, who loves pickles.
Summary: The life of a jar of pickles
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THE JAR’S TALE
The jar sat on the shelf in the grocery store for a very long time. She wondered when she’d ever be bought. She was a jar of crispy dill pickles, fresh and tasty. Her brothers and sisters had not been so lucky. Most had ended up with sauerkraut or strange things like pickled eggs in them.
She watched people walk by her shelf every day. A mother with screaming twins who looked straight at her but grabbed a jar of sweet relish instead. An old lady picked her up and looked longingly at her. “Too much salt,” she said and replaced the jar on the shelf. A woman scolded her husband. “We need dill *chips* for hamburgers.”
Finally one day a tall slender woman came in and looked at all the pickles on the shelf. The jar was so excited when the woman picked her up and read her label. She was thrilled when she was added to the other groceries in the woman’s cart.
She was still happy a week later when after her pickles were all eaten, she was washed and placed on the table with a bunch of spring’s first lilies resting in some water inside her.
~end~
Fandom: Original
Rating: G
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 200 word Double Drabble
Note: For
spacebee, who loves pickles. Summary: The life of a jar of pickles
~~
THE JAR’S TALE
The jar sat on the shelf in the grocery store for a very long time. She wondered when she’d ever be bought. She was a jar of crispy dill pickles, fresh and tasty. Her brothers and sisters had not been so lucky. Most had ended up with sauerkraut or strange things like pickled eggs in them.
She watched people walk by her shelf every day. A mother with screaming twins who looked straight at her but grabbed a jar of sweet relish instead. An old lady picked her up and looked longingly at her. “Too much salt,” she said and replaced the jar on the shelf. A woman scolded her husband. “We need dill *chips* for hamburgers.”
Finally one day a tall slender woman came in and looked at all the pickles on the shelf. The jar was so excited when the woman picked her up and read her label. She was thrilled when she was added to the other groceries in the woman’s cart.
She was still happy a week later when after her pickles were all eaten, she was washed and placed on the table with a bunch of spring’s first lilies resting in some water inside her.
~end~