I’ve been writing from a random word everyday for several weeks. Today I switched it up to a random sentence. The randomness did not disappoint.
Tomatoes make good weapons when water balloons aren’t available.
And this is where I went with it:
Tomatoes make good weapons when water balloons aren’t available. They’re just heavy enough to slow a thing down and appropriately messy. I don’t know for a fact that tomato guts to the eye will be as effective as holy water but it can’t be far off.
My nerves settle into my belly releasing a wave of nausea. Perhaps the heaved chunks of a morning breakfast will work too.
Just outside the metal cafeteria doors I can hear a raging river of small voices murmuring in sync.
What is it they’re saying?
It sounds like a low squalling but a distinctive rhythm makes me pause. The murmur starts low, rising then declining again. A distinctive hum begins to form, one that has echoed through the cafeteria many times before.
Are they chanting “hash browns”?