Another brilliant piece from a GUNNAS WRITING MASTERCLASS writer
It was 3:45am when I arrived home from work that night, after a couple of beers I rode my bike back from the pub.
I put two slices of wholemeal bread in the toaster, having naturally worked up an appetite, and stood at the kitchen bench whilst I waited for it to cook. Feeling slightly drowsy and a little exhausted from the ride home I eventually noticed something out of the corner of my eye, an unfamiliar green blur that sat above my name badge. Not all that worried about it I gently pinched whatever it was and removed it from my shirt. That’s when I heard it; the faint popping sound that you hear when you pop a pimple, closely followed by a gentle splash upon my cheek. Only I hadn’t popped a pimple, I had merely removed something from my shirt.
Now a little more concerned than I had been earlier I began my investigation. I brought my fingertips into my line of vision and glanced at the object that I found between them. It didn’t take long for me to realise that it was a caterpillar, and I would like to emphasize the word ‘was.’ The caterpillar’s empty skin dangled from my fingertips like an empty sleeping bag, half of its insides hanging from what had until recently been its head, the other half splattered upon my left cheek. “Ugh” I cringed, flicking the lifeless caterpillar to the kitchen floor and wiping its insides from the side of my face.
An abrupt popping sound filled the room, startling me, a sound much louder than the sound that had been produced by the exsanguinating caterpillar. I turned. It was the sound of golden brown toast ejecting from the toaster.