Alright. Here we are, for the last time of the year. Maybe next year I’ll shake things up a bit, again, but for now? Five minutes on the clock, and away we go:
He woke in the middle of the night, chilled despite the blankets. He knew what was wrong; he needed more. Josh was still sleeping as he slowly padded into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator.
The remains of the stone were hanging out in an old ice cube tray, disguised as cherry jello. It looked small enough… without stopping to think he popped it into his mouth; the remains of the jello slid down his throat easily, and he rolled the stone around as best he could, savoring the taste.
Before he knew it, he had swallowed it too, the remains dissolving on the way down. He tried to gag it back up, having some training with storing other stones that way before, but nothing came back up; not even the jello.
He knew that wasn’t a good thing, there was no way it could be. But, at least the chills stopped immediately. Tired and tense, he tip toed back to bed.
And there we go, total time was four minutes and 53 seconds. See you next week!