Breakfast Is The Most Dangerous Meal Of The Day
Be careful what you eat.
Sad news: The Dark Gourd has succumbed to the Cereal Serial Killer.
It’s been happening a lot lately. Just as someone begins to break out and help writers fulfill their destiny, that person disappears after eating a bowl of cereal. There isn’t a specific brand or anything of that sort, just a bowl of cereal and the person disappears.
As the resident true crime writer, I was asked to look into matters and see what I could ascertain. Reuben Salsa and I met for breakfast one day. He had a croissant and I had a bagel, neither of us wanted to tempt Tony The Tiger, our prime suspect in the disappearance. Mostly because The Dark Gourd left an uneaten bowl of Frosted Flakes.
I said I was the resident true crime writer, not Sherlocke Holmes.
Special K For Kill
As I mulled over the case on Facebook, another writer came up to me. Omelet, as the person asked to be called, told me to follow the bowls of cereal. Not knowing what they meant and knowing I would never win a Pulitzer Prize for this, I played some Words with Friends instead.
Messages on Facebook began to pile up. They were all of cereal bowls with writers’ names in front of them. Bored but intrigued I looked…
