Somebody's Dad

by Spuggy Fanboi

Are hot dog? Sausage? No.

"It can't be so- I refuse it!" I scream. "It's not true! No, please! No-"

I wake up. A cold sweat makes its way down my brow. "Looks like I had that dream again. I think I should see someone about it." Probably somebody's dad.

I make a call or two. Ask around. Ask around for people who know.

"Pancakes, fraud. Not real. Pan-fakes."

SAUSAGE.

I reach the place. Quiet. Reminds me of reality.

hot dog.

"Hello? Who else?" Somebody's dad.

"I heard you know it." I say.

yes, i know of what you speak.

Rubber gloves. Squeaky. Squeaky clean? No. Dirty. Bad. Very bad.

here here now.

I approach.

hmph!

hot dog.

SAUSAGE.

Before me. Shiny. Red- brown. Standard? No no. Not squeaky clean. Looks like a hot dog, a sausage is all. It's not.

fuLL CiRCLE.

Unravel. Unroll. Flat. Reveal.

"It was me."

Funny salt rod. Brown. Crunchy. Pretzel.

"You're home. Have breakfast."

Sun rises.

eat. good.

Starve. Fake. Not real.

P A N - !

They're here. Round. Golden brown. Flat. Sappy coat. Golden top.

"Pancake?"

I look. Somebody's dad. Lies. Somebody's dad is lying.

Pan-fake.

All brought here by somebody's dad.

"It can't be so- I refuse it!" I scream. "It's not true! No, please! No-"

I wake up.