Monday Meme

The Things In Jim’s Kitchen

“Hey.”
“Yeah?”
“You awake?”
“Yeah.”
“‘Time is it?”
“3:00. How do I look?”
“Black. You always look black. I always look black. We look a lot alike, you and me.”
“Yeah, true that. So, how you been? What’d you do all day?”
“I was hidin’ all day, fool, same as you.”
“Yeah. I seen you.”
“You seen me?”
“Uh huh. Crouchin’ down behind the refrigerator. You never get yourself completely hid, you know.”
“Lucky HE didn’t see me, huh? So, if y’all could still see me, how come y’all ask where I been all day?”
“Just makin’ conversation, brother. But, there ain’t much ta talk about. It’s not like we got wives or kids or jobs or… shit, man, we never even leave this stupid kitchen.”
“Aw, shit, man. A cockroach just ran over me.”
“Well now, there’s something to talk about, brother! How big was it? What color was it?”
“Shhh. Jim’s comin’.”
“Shit. Hide.”
Jim turned his lights on and padded barefoot into his kitchen. Yawning he opened the refrigerator and pulled out a plate of ham and a block of cheese. Stepping over to the counter, he built himself a sandwich with wheat bread. He checked the refrigerator and sighed when he saw he was out of mayonnaise and Dijon mustard. There was plenty of yellow mustard, though, the worst mustard in the world. He settled for it and scribbled a note to himself to get some mayo and Dijon. He padded back out of the kitchen, turning the lights back off.
“Yo. You okay, man?”
“Yeah. Damn that light hurts. But, I’m okay.”
“Did Jim see you?”
“Naw, man. Jim don’t see shit.”
“So, lemme ask you somethin’. Where do you see yourself in ten years.”
“‘Long as this house still standin’ I’ll be here, same as you. Ain’t you got it in your head, yet fool? We’re shadows. We’ll never be nothin’ but shadows!”
“Just tryin’ ta make conversation, brother.”

Dwayne Fry