When My Stomach Starts To Growl

Why Don't I Listen ?

I hear the noise from down under

It starts out low then comes out loud

Loud enough that my wife heard it too

Was that your stomach she asked ?

No it was a little volcano ready to errupt

I was going to eat but I had a thought on my mind that couldn't wait

I asked my wife if she could make me a couple of sandwiches

She forgot or maybe she did not hear me...

I was in no hurry to eat anyway

It is up to me to feed myself since I am old enough

Well I had breakfast for lunch and now it is 3:59 in the afternoon

How fast time flys when you are having fun

I am like a newscaster on a hot story that can't wait

Life on the run

I have to write the story before the end of the day or I will miss the deadline

I have to collect my thoughts and put this unique story together before anyone else dares

Then rewrite it until it makes sense

Edit ,edit and edit some more

I always start out with so much more information than I have too

This could be four stories in one

I know I will grab a nectarine to hold me over

As I mispelled the word nectorine I went to look it up in the dictionary

The most amazing thing happened

The page I opened up to was the right page on the first shot

I didn't even get to look for the N's

That has to be one in a billion

That made my day

I forgot now about eating and writing and everything else

I am in shock and who is here to tell it too

No one not a soul to be found

My wife is asleep and my cats our quietly napping

I have the HubPages to be grateful too

Well since my life has taken another unexpected turn and I am overwhelmed with emotion

That a simple page turning brought me so much joy

I have to celebrate

I am going to get up and have a piece of chocolate cake

Only one slight problem there is none

I will have to use my imagination and have a pretend one

I will have one slice please

A little bigger than that if you don't mind

There is enough cake to go around

Why don't you have the first piece since you only wanted a little

The nice white frosting

I think it is Buttercreme

Wow it looks so moist

I love when the chocolate just looks so rich and has that great color too

I have to clean off the knife with my finger

Even though as a kid I was told not too

You might cut yourself

I would always insist not me

I can hear my mother say don't come to me when your bleeding

I can't waste any frosting by letting it go to the sink

Even the few crumbs on the bottom of my plate

I would never leave those

That would be a sin and a big mistake

Cake before supper that will ruin my appetite

Not a chance

Now I know why I didn't eat I was saving room for imaginary cake



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Lita C. Malicdem 5 years ago from Philippines

Funny! But I hope you won't do that often. Hubbing can wait, but a growling stomach can do you more harm if you don't listen to it. Now, I'm thinking of helping myself with what was left with my birthday cake!


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DREAM ON 5 years ago Author

Lita C. Malicdem I hope you had an incredible birthday.Thank you for reading my story.Have a great day.


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Dim Flaxenwick 5 years ago from Great Britain

Very funny.

DonĀ“t ever stop writing. You are a gem.


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DREAM ON 5 years ago Author

Dim Flaxenwick Sometimes you laugh so hard my computer shakes.Thanx for making me laugh too and I blamed it on my poor kitten.Have a nice day.

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