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”?