I like to cook breakfast at New Year’s. It symbolizes the start of a new day. The breaking away from the nightmares that held me down in sleep.
The last two years have been a nightmare.
He invites himself in a quarter to midnight.
I have the sausage links resting on the stove. The pancake batter is mixed. The grits bubble and pop in the pot on the back burner. I scramble the eggs.
“So much food,” he says.
“I want to enter the new year full.”
“I know a better way,” he whispers seductively.
I taste the grits, add more salt, then throw the entire pot over my shoulder.
He howls and writhes on the floor in agony.
“Not this year, Satan.”
© 2021 Nortina Simmons
Happy New Year! Eat breakfast. Stomp on the devil (or that toxic ex). Start your New Year positive. I’ll see you soon!
Our final story comes courtesy of “The Howling Man.”
I really hope you enjoyed my Twilight Zone marathon! It’s truly been a pleasure to write. Please tell me which stories were your favorite. I have a few. And if you missed any, you can read them all right here!
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