The Pantry

by David

(Being an account of the true events culminating in the disappearance of Ms. M—–, of Lawrence, Kansas, May 15, 1987.)

“There’s a giant squid in the pantry.”

“I thought you hated calamari.”

“No! It’s alive. Or, well, I think so. It’s making a creepy noise. Anyway, get rid of it. Please?”

Aron sighed, tossed the newspaper on the floor, and levered himself out of the armchair. He opened the pantry door, but he didn’t see anything unusual, except that awful domestic burgundy Cele’s mother had brought. Certainly not a giant squid.

“I’m sorry, Cele, there’s nothing here.” He wasn’t sorry. He didn’t like squid.