LJ Idol - Season 8, Week 6
Sitting there, languishing on the slick metallic surface, he looked positively delirious with contentment.
His eyes shone with a brightness not normally seen in this world. The buttons down his front coordinated perfectly with the rest of his ensemble. His smile, ever so gently turning upward, offered the idea that something was going on beneath the surface.
Sophie looked down at him, knowing it was too soon to pick him up. It didn’t, however, stop her from poking at his hot body with the tip of her index finger.
‘Mommy, does the gingerbread man remember being all the things he was before he was gingerbread?’ she asked.
‘I don’t know, honey. Do you remember being a peanut in mommy’s tummy before you were Sophie?’ her mother replied.
Good question, Sophie thought. She of course has no recollection of being an assortment of cells, in fact her memory very vividly starts at the park when she was three, being pushed over by a very mean boy who pulled her pigtails and called her a poopy-head.
Still, Sophie was fairly certain that her gingerbread man remembered a time when he was molasses and eggs, or at least remembered being an unformed mass in the mixing bowl. She thought he must have been very happy indeed to be given a shape and a face and buttons down his front.
Something clicked in Sophie’s mind, a childhood epiphany so crystal clear it was as if her whole world re-aligned in that one instant.
If he remembers before he was baked, she thought, I wonder if he’ll remember after he’s eaten too?
Sophie tried to hypothesize what kinds of things a gingerbread man would remember after he’s gone into someone’s tummy. Maybe it would be like that show she sometimes watched on tv where the school children shrink down and go into someone’s belly to learn about all the organs that people have. She imagined her gingerbread man sliding around inside her body, having escapades in her tummy and her lungs, floating down her bloodstream like that time she floated down the lazy river at the waterpark.
Sophie decided it was time for the gingerbread man to find out.
Picking him up, she brought him to her ear like she was holding a telephone.
Whispering quietly, she said, ‘Ok, Mr. Gingerbread Man, it’s time for your big adventure. Have fun, and come back and tell me what happens, ok?’
CRUNCH.
And off he went.
His eyes shone with a brightness not normally seen in this world. The buttons down his front coordinated perfectly with the rest of his ensemble. His smile, ever so gently turning upward, offered the idea that something was going on beneath the surface.
Sophie looked down at him, knowing it was too soon to pick him up. It didn’t, however, stop her from poking at his hot body with the tip of her index finger.
‘Mommy, does the gingerbread man remember being all the things he was before he was gingerbread?’ she asked.
‘I don’t know, honey. Do you remember being a peanut in mommy’s tummy before you were Sophie?’ her mother replied.
Good question, Sophie thought. She of course has no recollection of being an assortment of cells, in fact her memory very vividly starts at the park when she was three, being pushed over by a very mean boy who pulled her pigtails and called her a poopy-head.
Still, Sophie was fairly certain that her gingerbread man remembered a time when he was molasses and eggs, or at least remembered being an unformed mass in the mixing bowl. She thought he must have been very happy indeed to be given a shape and a face and buttons down his front.
Something clicked in Sophie’s mind, a childhood epiphany so crystal clear it was as if her whole world re-aligned in that one instant.
If he remembers before he was baked, she thought, I wonder if he’ll remember after he’s eaten too?
Sophie tried to hypothesize what kinds of things a gingerbread man would remember after he’s gone into someone’s tummy. Maybe it would be like that show she sometimes watched on tv where the school children shrink down and go into someone’s belly to learn about all the organs that people have. She imagined her gingerbread man sliding around inside her body, having escapades in her tummy and her lungs, floating down her bloodstream like that time she floated down the lazy river at the waterpark.
Sophie decided it was time for the gingerbread man to find out.
Picking him up, she brought him to her ear like she was holding a telephone.
Whispering quietly, she said, ‘Ok, Mr. Gingerbread Man, it’s time for your big adventure. Have fun, and come back and tell me what happens, ok?’
CRUNCH.
And off he went.