Soup

Bill was making soup.  He made a broth with tomato paste and water.  It was in a giant pot.  He slowly chopped carrots into bite size cubes.  He shelled English peas until he had a sizable bowl full of the small, green spheres.  He took an onion, cut it in half, and diced one half of it.  He was about to put Saran wrap on the cut end on the unused half but decided that there was no real point in doing so and set it back on the counter.  He then diced a potato.  He then cooked ground beef in a pan with a little bit of garlic salt; it didn’t need to be too seasoned because it was working with so many other flavors in the soup.  After adding all of the vegetables and allowing them to cook inside of the bubbling broth, he added the ground beef.  He then put a lid on the pot and put it on low.  It simmered for a while before Bill came back to it.  He lifted the lid and an incredible aroma came out.  He grabbed his wooden spoon, tasted a bit of the broth, and added some salt and cayenne pepper until he’d achieved the flavor he wanted.  After doing so, he got a bowl from out of the cupboard and scooped some soup into it.  He sat down at his table with his soup and a spoon.  He then removed something from his pocket, a vial.  From that vial, he poured a clear liquid into his soup.  He stirred it in with his spoon.  It disappeared from sight after very little stirring.  He inhaled, and there was no difference to the soup’s lovely fragrance.  He took a bite, and it was as good as he expected.  By the eighth bite, his face was in the soup still and likely to have been cold if it had not been for the hot soup.  A fly watched from the onion not paying too much attention.

Author: Jackson Palmer

Jackson Palmer is a student studying literature at the Mississippi School of the Arts. He hopes to use the education he obtains there to write novels, short stories, poetry, and scripts for movies, television, and theater productions. Additionally, he would like to write within a number of genres such as comedy, drama, horror, etc. Some of his favorite writers and influences include Billy Joel, John Steinbeck, and Dan Harmon. He hopes to explore concepts and systems of thought such as existentialism, nihilism, and fulfillment within his writing. He would like to thank you visiting his blog and hopefully reading his work.

5 thoughts on “Soup”

  1. I don’t really like soup, but I was actually a little hungry for the soup by the time Bill had it ready. However, I don’t think I would want a spoon of Bill’s soup. Good job still!

  2. I try to guess who wrote what without reading the author’s name. And from the very first line, I knew it could only be Jackson Palmer. I was kind of confused as to why you were writing about a guy who was making soup but the ending was a shocker and made it worth it.

  3. Honestly, I don’t know what I was expecting with your writing but it was not suicide via soup. Lovely job with the foreshadowing with the onion and not needing to wrap it up. Great post!

  4. Very surprising. I liked how simple this piece was written, and yet it still packed a punch. Thank you for not blatantly saying he killed himself, it adds to the story. I think the fact that we do not know why only heightens the situation, good post!

  5. Is he dead or just asleep. Why would he make a fancy dinner just to kill himself? Why did he kill himself,? Why do all your characters die or have some type of mental illness? I really love your stories they make me think and really try to understand the deeper meaning behind the words.

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