I glanced toward the lit-up Christmas tree and remembered about me and Gonzales. It seemed as if it was just yesterday when me and Gonzales, were getting haircuts from his daddy. Now we stare at our separate Christmas trees in separate sides of the world. As the light of the Christmas tree fades so does the memory I had with Gonzales and I feel the connection slip. I miss the tea I used to forcefully drink from Gonzales. Gonzales doesn’t like when I drink his tea… but I couldn’t stop. I used to tell him, “Give me your freaking tea broski or I will take it.” The mug he contained his tea in was to easy to find and drink. That’s how I like it though. As I remember this next to my Christmas tree, I see fire set ablaze on my house. I look outside and see the devil himself. It was the vore guy. I prayed for Gonzales to save me, but it was far too late. I was eaten.
Robert Anderson is a student at the New Mexico Military Institute and likes birds.