Author's Note: This is a creative piece that I wrote on a Journal Prompt in class. My choice was to write about the last pickle in the jar.
Looking after my friends and my brothers I couldn't help, but chuckle when he had beaten them. The disappointment and friendship between my jar and my fellow customer that has eaten my friend has became unusually large. I laid there next to my pal Louis hoping he would choose him next, I was too young to be absorbed into a humans body. I had gotten in a friendly competition with my fellow pickle mates to see who can last the longest, but as each one had left I had started to wish I regretted my decisions. Nobody understands the life a pickle, my decisions only increase my chance of living alone. I can float and hide in my own juice away from the horrible Alec Thomas Patrick lll, but I will then miss my beloved friends. Finally came Sunday morning where Alec always had a pickle in his cereal for breakfast, there were only two of us left Me of course, and my brother Darrel. I didn't know what to do it was only a matter of time before he made his way down the stairs, I didn't want to be eaten, but I couldn't have him take my brother away.
The time had came as the fridge door squeaked open the light had popped on, Alec's hands were approaching in our direction. He whipped out his screw driver and popped open the top, the end was near who would he choose, I was in full out panic mode when I noticed something, I wasn't alone! Today he decided to have two pickles for breakfast.
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