Banana-Flavored Popsicle

His wife had heartburn because of the raspberry parasite that lived within the confines of her uterus. In the entryway, she begged him, rather tenaciously, to go back to the apartment and retrieve a banana popsicle from the freezer. Grumbling like the a*****e he was known for being, he did as she begged.

The refrigerator/freezer combo was next to the main door. He figured some mental and physical gymnastics would allow him to keep the door open, open the freezer door and keep the overhead light off at the same time. But, the gravy can on top of the fridge had different ideas. Balancing precariously on the edge, it made love to gravity and landed on its head. The action caused him to let his left foot go on the apartment door and it slammed with a mighty thud.

Swearing loudly about unique this situation was, he picked up the gravy can and placed it back on top of the fridge. Knowing his surroundings in the dark, he shuffled around in the freezer until he felt the texture and shape of a banana-flavored popsicle wrapped in paper. Feeling a momentary bit of relief,, he turned to hear the door open and the light brightening the darkness.

He almost spoke, thinking his spouse had wondered what was taking him, when he heard the click of a handgun action. He only heard the blast and saw the micron-amount of orange color before he permanently saw blackness.

The lady or the tiger, they would say.

Reviews

[Nina Love]

That surprise at the end really threw me, in a good way. I got chills =]

[roarke]

wouldn't that be the popsicle or the gravy?
Some great metaphors here.
Lots of "weight" in each paragraph. It seems a piece about the light and dark of realization that never penetrates obtuse selfish thoughts even when the odds are pushed by mundane events and the choice of life or death rears it's jack in the box head.

The first two paragraphs set the scene, character and struggle well. The third paragraph is the tricky one, the headache one, the one with so much to say, "but how" kinda mechanics.
All in all, some very strong writing here.

[Coyote Poetry]

A bad ending to the search for the banana-flavored popsicle. You gave me a surprise ending to the interesting story. A excellent story.
Coyote