What the hell are those things? Frank says they’re babies, but I know he’s lying. Even so, the image sticks and I can’t get rid of it. Now I’m thinking of the illustration in my bio textbook. You remember the one—showing an embryo developing from a small tadpole creature to a little animal with arms and legs and head and dreams. Any minute now, the timer will ping, and something great and gold and terrible is going to step out into the world.
I punch Frank in the arm. “Eejit,” I say, and he grins.
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Yeah, I kind of lost my appetite right there. That’s a different take.
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Thanks so much, Sandra
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Dear Neil,
They do look like babies. Taste like chicken. 😉 That Frank.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks so much. Rochelle
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Definitely a weird take on the photo. Creepy.
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Thanks, I think
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One thing about the mind, it can imagine all sorts of things. I’m glad the punch brought things back to reality.
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Thanks so mucj, Jade
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You’re welcome, Neil.
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I’ll try not to think of this next time I cook a chicken!
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One chicken alone is probably insufficient to trigger the effect
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i like frank’s sense of humor. 🙂
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Thanks so much
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This is what I thought after seeing the image. That is why I don’t eat chicken roast.
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Scary
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Oh well now that’s an image ! What an interesting take on the prompt… and with feelings? Oooo babies… dash of horror here. Well done
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Thanks so much, Laurie.
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You brought home the power of close up photography, I find this photo chilling.
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Thanks so much, Michael
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Oh hell. He is no friend! Impossible to eat that (just yet, anyway)
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He has an unfortunate sense of humour, to be sure
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Indeed!
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‘… arms and legs and head and dreams’. Love that. I also love ‘something great and gold and terrible.’ Wonderful juxtaposition of the lofty and the mundane here.
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Thanks so much, Margaret
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Frank’s gullible. Reminds me of someone I used to work with (and miss).
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I think Frank may be pulling his leg
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That makes me gullible LOL!
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Hope it didn’t ruin his appetite.
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Perhaps only for a moment
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Baby, the other, other white meat. Is it weird that I’m hungry now?
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Thank so much
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They do look like creepy babies to me… but I have a whacky imagination 🙂
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Thanks so much, Meha
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Ewww. Not sure I’ll ever eat rotisserie chicken again without thinking of this image… Well done, and very imaginative take on the prompt!
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Thanks so much, Angela
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Mmm mmm! Who’s hungry? This threw me for a loop, Neil, but hey …. that’s the beauty of writing with one’s imagination. Nicely done.
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Thanks so much
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well, they are someone’s babies, not human babies, but … there are advantages of being at the top of the food chain.
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He may subsequently become vegetarian
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That actually happened to me when I decided I would debone a whole chicken by myself 🙂 I was never a very good vegetarian tho
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