Just Over Sugar?!

He strolls into the messy kitchen, the loud roommates playing video games obnoxiously screaming the most spine-tingling slurs known to mankind--not that he minds, it makes him laugh. All he wants is to eat dinner. He gets his pork and beans and pour them into a pot. He sprinkles a bit of cinnamon and nutmeg then he turns to the messy countertop and spots the empty sugar container. Witha sigh, he goes to the basement where he expects the sugar to be—and there’s no more.

His eye twitches. No one told him they were out?

He grips the bridge of his nose as astring of blood freely flows before his eyes becomes a deep gold.

He smiles.

“Three individuals were found dead in a burning house this morning of happy street ave near the boardwalk beach.” The news reporter says.

She turns up the tv scrambling to shovel cereal into her mouth. She was fuming! She was running late and fuming! She dials up her brothers number and after two rings he picks up.

“Why the fuck would you reveal our location?! Now the heroes know we’re here! You better have a good damn reason before I shove my foot up your ass!”

The line goes silent before her brother takes a breath and laughs.

“You just wouldn’t understand!” His laughing continues to the bewilderment of the sister. “They just don’t get it! They just don’t understand no matter how many times I’ve wasted my breath! I just went to the store! All I ask is to let me know when anything goes out because when I go to eat, there’s always something missing! All I ask is for them to clean up behind themselves—“

“I don’t need a pathetic excuse! Why. Did. You. Expose. Our. Location?!”

“There was no more sugar.”

Now it was her turn to go silent before she explodes into raging fires.