Short Stories

By: Isabelle Felan

Cold Mac & Cheese

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He sprinted away, not daring to look back, his footsteps echoing down the hallway like distant gunshots. He just had to get up the stairs to his office where his food awaited him. His hot steamy mac and cheese dish, sitting there, waiting, growing colder by the minute. He reached the stairwell as his sprint came thudding to a soft jog. In the distance, he could hear the bellowing sound of his manager calling his name as the meeting was resuming. Instead of going back, he listened to the echoing sound of his stomach throughout the stairwell. He continued up the stairs until he felt his heartbeat throbbing throughout his body. As he slowed down, his stomach craved the warm mac and cheese awaiting its final doom just up the stairs. His brain sent a sense of urgency to every muscle in his body as he leapt up the stairs two at a time. He reached for the door and fell through, and there it was… wait… a COLD dish of mac and cheese?!

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