Spooning
Another journey has begun. We’d been waylaid in the big silver pit for over a day, longer than on the other trips. We all wondered what was going on. One of the giant creatures had picked me out of my holding cell and tried to smother me in a vat of gooey, sweet, yellow pus. After being submerged for several sections, it would pretend to eat me, threatening me by putting my head in it’s mouth and closing. Of course, this happened every week or so. For some, it happened more often, every few days. And for some, they were tortured by getting dipped in scalding hot liquids. Sometimes they were even left in there for minutes at a time. The sliver pit was sometimes a peaceful place, other times we were forced to bake in the sun and get doused with water - sometimes hot, sometimes painfully cold. Finally, we were put into the tranpsortaiton vehicle. This too was a familiar place. The little cells where we were all placed - not just spoons like me, but forks, knives, and even the larger creatures known as plates, pots, and glasses. They were worse off than us - more exposed. We at least had the slight protection of the holding cages.
The door was shut and we started moving. I could feel the vehicle move back and forth with force. Soap burned my face and the hot water bursted all around me. For some reason, we were always “cleaned” on route. I dont’ know where we were taken or why because the door was never opened. But it was always a round trip journey, taking us back to the prison we knew. After what seemed like days, the door was opened again. We all breathed a sigh of relief. I felt myself being picked up by the giant creature between two appendages slightly smaller than my whole body. it threw me back into my cell, and I fortuitously landed right on martha. We cuddled together, her concave head nestling against the back of mine. I felt comforted, happy to be back in the cell - even if just for a little while.
