Freewrite 119: Fried Chicken
Folks, you’ve never known happiness until you’ve sunken your good teeth into Aunt Sue’s Fried Chicken! Be sure to hold that hunk of delight with an absorbent napkin as you clench down into its juicy goodness. Eureka! That’s the pay-off: that warm and savory tenderness discovered by mining through the world’s most flaky and crispy skin. Nevermind the greasy residue acting as a lubricant for your ulcerated stomach. Nevermind the echo of regret as you polish off the 8-piece-box all by your lonesome. You work hard and by golly, you deserve this reward! You can rest easy knowing the chickens at Aunt Sue’s Fried Chicken Farm aren’t really fried until they are nearly unconscious. They never knew what hit ‘em! Of course, how could you really know your robotic assassin? Speaking of robotics, Aunt Sue only employs the most modern and gentle of executioners who know each chicken by name. There now. Isn’t chicken #10202998834657 the best you’ve ever had? Aunt Sue’s-- almost as good as Mom’s.
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Southern Culture on the Skids is one of my favorite bands, and so with this prompt I could not help but channel a bit of their song, 8 Piece Box
