“Missing Coffee”

Author’s Note: This is a Take Ten to Write story and has not been proofread for errors. If I feel inspired or if there’s interest in the story, I’ll post a revised, edited, and extended version at a later date. Happy reading!

Prompt: “Write a story about a lonely sandwich.” — suggested by Mary

It’s been two weeks now since he left. Of course he’d take Coffee and forget about me.

I mean it’s not like I want to be eaten. I honestly really like being alive, even if I’ve only been alive for a few weeks. Still, I’d like to see someone again. Not a human. DEFINITELY not a human. But someone like Coffee. Coffee was super nice. That is, until the human took him.

So, here I am, just a lonely sandwich, slowly dying of dehydration. I’m basically shriveled into myself at this point, because I wasn’t put in a fridge. I mean come on, human, how hard is it to put me in a fridge?! It’s literally right beside your desk!!

How I’d kill to be in the fridge right now… The cold and dark and maybe even some friends… Mmm yeah that’d be awesome…

But no. He forgot to put me in the fridge. Then he forgot to eat me–again, which I’m thankful for. But then, he forgot to bring me home. And he took my only friend with him.

I honestly thought that he’d be back. Coffee told me that he always comes back the next day, except for some days when he stays at home for a break. I wish I was Coffee. He never seems to die even though he gets drunk every day. He told me that he’s immortal. I believe him.

Still, I can’t help but hope that someone will come find me and rescue me from this barren desert. Hopefully a friend. Like Coffee.

I miss Coffee…

Final Comments: The funny thing is, I don’t like coffee.

Overall Rating: 😥