When I got home that night, I noticed the smiling jack-o-lantern in my front yard was crushed.
October Writing Prompt
Bonni Rambatan
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When I got home that night, I noticed the smiling jack-o-lantern in my front yard was crushed. I knew she was angry with me, but didn’t realize how much. We worked for hours on that thing. Only to find it smashed up like our relationship.

It all started when my new co-worker joined our team. She was brilliant from the start, suggesting new recipe ideas and technique. Allison had studied at the CIA, the top-notch culinary academy where all the best come from. She had an amazing palate, and could taste a single cinnamon stick in a huge batch of veal stock. Impressive to say the least. She was also gorgeous.

Allison and I had been working side by side for months. She was on grill, while I worked the sauté station. Most of our pick ups came together and we were in sync on everything. Eventually I could just look over and we would just plate. My chef was impressed with our teamwork and eventually gave us the same hours.

Eventually, we started hanging out outside the kitchen. We would read the same books, and listen to all the same music. She was a Taurus like me so our personalities rarely clashed. Our one and only fight was whether or not to put Parmesan or Gruyere in our Mornay sauce. (I always felt Gruyere was too tangy).

So my girlfriend at the time was not fond of our friendship. She was jealous, maybe for good reason, but nothing happened. I was faithful. Allison and I were best friends and co-workers. Little did I know. Allison smashed our smiling pumpkin to the ground.

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