One Thousand Word Challenge 123: Fridge Expedition

Back hurts but that is not going to stop me from telling this tale of falsity.

So I was walking over to the fridge to see if there was anything in there. I wasn’t necessarily looking for anything in particular; just something that I could chow down on. My pace, whilst certain, was not hurried as I knew that hurrying would not necessarily change anything… or would it?

I kept on walking and it seemed as though less than a minute had passed from the commencement of my journey to the arriving at the fridge. Some might say that it seemed that way as that was indeed the way that it was, and perhaps they would be correct. Anyway, I was there and I was looking at the door. I instinctively reached for where the fridge door was opened and, with dedication toward action of the forward (in a certain way) variety, I opened the door and looked inside.

For some reason there seemed to be less contents within the fridge’s boundaries than when I had last checked. The previous time there was more consumables of the edible variety in there, but for some reason this time around there was less. It was not as though it had been a stretch of time spanning days since my last check; it had only been a few hours. You’d expect that as people come and go to the fridge to remove items, that the contents would disappear. However, this was far, far less than any one person in the house would be able to consume within the given amount of time.

I quickly looked in the bin and saw that nothing had been thrown out since my last check, and as I looked over the kitchen I could see no signs of any use of inventory. I went back to scanning the fridge and its few shelves. I couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary. I couldn’t see any signs of tampering with anything. I found myself with more questions rather than less, and the suggestion of mystery became far greater than what I had desired.

That is when I noticed that I could crawl onto the middle shelf and look a little further into the fridge than my then-current position of being external to the main area of the fridge allowed.

I went in and crawled for a little while. Eventually there was room where I could better fit and so I stood up and began moving at an accelerated pace. My stride was not relaxed for it was a little chilly and I needed to make sure I stayed warm. I probably should have put on a jacket before going in, but I was on a mission to find where the food had gone; something of which I was a little too focused on and so it was something I did not do, but such is life.

I walked for a while and found nothing other than snow falling from somewhere above where I was. Where I had entered was something no longer visible; nor was it something I felt I could easily find, but I was still going and I was feeling fine so I wasn’t overly concerned. Perhaps that was the wrong way to approach the whole endeavour, but I wasn’t thinking about that at the time. My main mission was to find the food. Everything else was secondary.

I kept on walking and as I did I saw the change in the snow. At first it was light but it became thicker in its blanketing. Eventually there was a strong wind and not long after that it was no longer just snow, but also a snowstorm. There was no sign of shelter anywhere and so it was up to me to build a shelter, or at least hope for the best.

I saw some thick, fallen branches and plenty of large foliage near them, so I built myself a makeshift shelter. Luckily enough as I was building this, I noticed that it connected not a rocky alcove that stretched out far enough to provide shelter, so I stopped what I was doing and went into the alcove. I took some of the foliage with me (as well as some dry branches) and, with the matches that I had on me that I didn’t mention earlier, lit a small fire to help stay warm.

Once the fire had started someone else made an appearance. It appeared as though they had been there longer than I, for they were drier. we sat around the fire and said very little. They were in a hooded robe and seemed uninterested in talking. To be honest, neither was I.

I could not make out their face due to the way the shade of the robe fell over it, but they appeared to be focused on the small fire.

After a long while I was growing tired of being at the mercy of the blizzard and so, after a mutual nod signifying an understanding between myself and the hooded figure, I stood up and began my walking out.

It took a while of walking in the blizzard, or at least it felt that way. It wasn’t exactly what one would describe as pleasant, but it was something I dealt with and through my dealing with this I eventually made my way out of its gripping hold of which I did not desire being caught within.

Eventually I had to crawl and it was not long after that before I found the fridge’s door. On the way out I became a little too enthusiastic about leaving the fridge, got up too fast and hit my back hard on the shelf above. When that happened the food fell down from where it was, which was all on the top shelf. I got out as quickly as I could and found myself happy to know that it managed to pass through the top shelf with ease.

The time it took to write one thousand words: 16:16:68

Silly and a bit messy but I like the result.

Written at home.

About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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