A Narrative
The below is signed testimony by David Shelly on the events that occurred on the 14th and 15th of February 1969.
The blue sky bled into the bedroom. The light cut through my eyes and i awoke. The door was ajar. I got up. Walked into the kitchen. Began preparing breakfast. Gas trickled into the grill and flamed blue. Strips of bacon and slices of tomato. Thinly sliced, grilled lightly in bacon fat. Crisped bacon. Turned the gas to off. It was then i heard a whimper. The whimper came from the closet pantry, food stores. I was holding, still holding, the knife used to slice tomoatoes. Tomato juice dripped and fell. The sponge on the sink crept. The pantry doors opened.
The blue sky bled into the bedroom. The light cut through my eyes and i awoke. The door was ajar. I got up. Walked into the kitchen. The lower portion of a left leg sat in the grill. Golden locks of hair garnished the leg. I fell to the floor. More golden curls sparkled from the pantry closet. Sparkled wet in the dark bottom shelf. The knife used to slice tomatoes lay silent on the floor. Tomato juice dripped and fell. The sponge on the sink crept. The pantry doors closed.