Soup Title Bitch

Soup Title Bitch

When I came to be I was in a bowl of tomato soup.

There were about 15 others with me, most of whom seemed uninterested in my presence as they were busy speaking to each other.

One did however come up to me:

“You seem confused.”

“Well I am. Where are we?”

“We are in the waiting room. Soon they’ll take one of us away and a new one will come. Then when we finish our play we’ll be back here. Look, it’s happening.”

A spoon came down from the sky and stopped on the ridge.

A voice came out of the spoon: “Marcias Gaul”

“I don’t want to go!”, a man shouted, “I’m comfortable here!”

The voice repeated itself: “Marcias Gaul”

“No!”

A few seconds passed, and then the spoon plunged in the soup to scoop the man out of it.

“Nooooo! Nooooo! I don’t want to go!”

The spoon lifted off to the sky, taking Marcias with it.

“Sometimes they don’t want to go. But as you can see, that’s not an option.”

“…”

“What’s the play you talked about?”

“We all have roles in a play. The spectators like it.”

“The spectators?”

Sadly he couldn’t answer me, as his spoon came.

“Jules Cassius”, the spoon said as he got in.

“You’ll see in time,” He said as his spoon flew away.