The Storm Was Coming and We Had Just Run Out of Mayonnaise

Flash Fiction.

Scott Muska
I THOUGHT THIS WAS WORTH SHARING

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The storm was coming and we had just run out of mayonnaise.

I winced when I heard the bottle make the squirting sound signaling its final surrender, its inarguable emptiness.

(We spring for the squeeze-out bottles. We’re not extremely well off, but can afford some of the finer things in life on occasion. In more dire financial times, we’ve considered funneling mayo from a bulk jug into the bottle, but assumed it’d be more trouble than it was fiscally worth.)

This was prefaced by some strange guttural noises she made while giving the bottle one last valiant shake, trying her best to coax out the dregs. And followed by a sigh of resigned exasperation.

This would not do.

Sandwiches were absolutely crucial to storm prep. Soon as we’d get the first app notification warning of what fresh hell was allegedly to come, we’d spring into action. I’d go downstairs to grab the cooler (not a Yeti, because we’re not made of money and like to keep a little extra change in our pockets for things like squeezable bottles of mayonnaise) while she would commence using all the lunchmeat and fixings in our fridge to make as many sandwiches as possible, which we would then pack into the cooler and relax for a little…

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Scott Muska
I THOUGHT THIS WAS WORTH SHARING

I write books (for fun, and you can find them on Amazon), ads (for a living) and some other stuff (that seems to magically show up on the internet).