Saturday, June 15, 2013

Mulch Boy is alive and did not leave me for a dancing girl

Just in case anyone reading the blog is squirming uncomfortably at the last post, let me assure you that all is well at the Little Blue House. Mulch Boy happens to be a Stephen King fan, and was inspired by the bloody-looking mess left by my canning experiment to write a creepy story.

Don't worry, though: Mulch Boy isn't running away to Vegas, and I have no desire to take him out with a hammer.

By the way, did you guess where the story was going before the last line? I didn't, and nearly sprayed my monitor at work when I got to the end. ("Human food," eeeeww!)

2 comments:

  1. Have you ever seen the movie Fried Green Tomatoes? If you haven't, you should. You'll never look at BBQ the same way again. I once wrote a short piece about a woman who poisons her husband with chocolate cake that terrified my husband. He actually asked me if I had poisoned his food. I calmly replied, "No". But when he asked me if I would ever tell him if I had poisoned his food, I calmly replied, "No". I think he went to bed hungry that night. ;o)

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  2. OH YES, I read (and watched) "Fried Green Tomatoes" and I know just what you mean. Mulch Boy tells me there are lessons to be learned from "Eating Raoul" as well, but I've never seen it. A-a-a-a-and then again there's "Sweeney Todd" gulp!

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