My Erotic Stories

“Another Piece of Chicken…”

I need another piece of chicken, please,
I said
to no one in particular
when out of no
where
my freezer opened and flung at me
another piece of chicken.

I was upstairs at the time, so it
seemed improbable that
the piece of
chicken
would have come from the freezer,
but as i went downstairs to inspect it,
the door to the freezer was
caught in the act of being open.

the light for ice cubes was blinking
not too innocently.

I dont know what that means, I said to the freezer.

“It means, sir, that you shouldnt press the ice cube
button
until I stop blinking.”

I checked to see that the dosage of medication wasnt
too high, that maybe i accidentally took too much Goldenseal

or Juniper Berries or some fool fuckshit like that.

“I really wanna cigarette, ” she whispers
too loudly because she
knows I will want one too and there is only one left and that
means that we cannot have our morning first cigarette of
the day together without first walking around the corner
to get another pack.

Argh.

I throw the piece of chicken, which happens to be a frozen
deep fried buffalo wing sauce dipped piece of chicken,
back into the freezer and ponder the existence of my friend
Ron who hasnt spoke to me since August of last year.

Maybe he is dead.

Maybe he wants me to think he is dead.

The chicken is dead too.

I need to find some other pants to fill.