Thicker soup – Friday Fictioneers


Before she was taken, mother always whispered about another world where you could sit and watch daylight slowly waning.

But she left – those that cannot deliver their quota disappear silently in the darkness after lights go out.

I have eaten my small ration of thin soup.

Today I barely made my quota, and soon they will take me too.

The day after my disappearance the soup will be thicker.

I wonder if life was ever different for humanity.

In my loneliness I wait for the harsh spotlight to obliterate the sight of hollow faces, hungrily waiting for thicker soup.

Copyrigth Kent Bonham

Copyrigth Kenneth Bonham


Once again it’s Wednesday which is very much like Friday — since Rochelle is giving out a prompt. I received a comment last week from Helena that I kill to many, so this week I went dystopian instead.

Friday Fictioneers under the rulership of Madame Rochelle is a group of bloggers who each week publish a story on the same picture. 100 words is a rule I try to live by strictly.
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April 2, 2014

110 responses to “Thicker soup – Friday Fictioneers

  1. Ooh a grizzly idea – people disappear and the soup gets thicker. Reminds me a bit of The Matix. Great premise for this week’s picture Bjorn.

    Claire

    • they mindlessly follow because that’s what you have to do to survive – both mentally and physically. mentally you must numb yourself to what you know, pretend you don’t know it. physically, same thing, pretend you don’t feel. i suppose that include emotionally too.

  2. Very Stephen-King-ish, Bjorn. So you think that just because you aren’t actively killing people off, that this is better? I beg to differ, as do those who end up soup! I do think it might be time for summer sunshine in your life. 🙂

    janet

  3. Very clever, darling. This is a story worthy of your talent. You are such a poet, a skill that requires thinking around corners for metaphors and imagery. The recurring motif of thicker soup keeps nagging at the my mind, and much as I might try to brush it away like a pesky fly, it keeps buzzing in my ear until I’m forced to accept what it is you’re telling me. That you didn’t just pull this out of your hat in the last line makes the dark secret of this story more, not less, effective. Excellent tale.

  4. Wow! Awesome metaphor! This so reminds me of WWII and the atrocities of the work camps, also of the famine stricken parts of the world in the modern age. The metaphoric ripples are astounding!

  5. Definitely brought images of the Holocaust to my mind. The writer’s desolation is very engaging. This is a story that might echo around in my head for a while.

  6. Whoa! Four words — Soylent Green is PEOPLE!!! I think I’ll order the salad next time. Dark and disturbing and I had a great time reading it, Bjorn!

  7. is the soup thicker because there are fewer mouths to feed when somebody leaves or is it because whoever leaves becomes part of the soup? if the latter is the case, sure this story is creepy.

  8. Thicker soup, very disturbing notion. Something like this happened in labour camps I think I read somewhere, but there when you didn’t do enough work, presumably due to malnutrition,your food ration was reduced, cruelty and stupidity knew no bounds.
    Well done Bjorn for this though provoking tale
    Dee

    • It’s well documented that in Gulag you were given ratios depending on how you reached your quota, and sooner or later you fell behind and eventually starved to death. I read that in Ann Appelbaums well known book..

  9. brilliant, Björn, it was subtle but so horrifying! and the fact that they wonder if life was ever different for humanity… so sad and disturbing. one of my favorites this week 🙂

  10. Yeeks. Everyone wants the thicker soup I guess, but no-one wants to say out loud what they all know deep down. I wonder how humanity ended up like this (though several scenarios spring to mind).

  11. it may have already been written, but i assume the soup is thicker because with fewer people to feed, they don’t have to add so much water to stretch it out. it’s an excellently horrible way to refer to the death of others. i don’t know if it’s good or bad that i never would have thought of something like that. well done.

  12. You do awesomely at whatever genre you try. This paints a grim picture of humanity; just waiting for one to die so they can benefit from it. Great job.

  13. Dear Bjorn, great story – sort of reminds me of a movie from the 70’s (probably before you were born). Really enjoyed the hopelessness of the narrator. Good JOB! Nan 🙂

  14. Such a different take on the prompt. And such a powerfully understated story. Your narrator’s matter-of-fact reporting adds to the sense of what’s happening behind his words.

  15. Beautiful tone to your writing, as usual, Bjorn. A beautiful horror tale. I’m interpreting this as a kind of Soylent Green tale, where the people who disappear, end up thickening the soup! I see others reading less horror into it, in that the soup is thicker because there are less people to distribute to. I like it as a dangling question planned or accidental. It’s like a melody that’s never quite resolved.

  16. Oh my goodness! I love that you only imply how the soup is made thicker, leaving the grisly details to the imagination. Well done and always, Bjorn!

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