Famous Threesome – Chase Christou
A recent prompt: Famous Threesomes. For example: Three Blind Mice. Bacon, Lettuce & Tomato. Beginning, Middle, End.
Chase Christou weaves a fascinating tale seamlessly incorporating no less than twenty famous threesomes.
Famous Threesomes
The beginning
I’m sitting around the campfire. Smoke burns my eyes like acid. I’ve already changed my seat three times, but the smoke continues to follow me.
I decide to just ignore it. I won’t let this little fire get in my way. Anyway, if I wanted to, I could just spit on the fire and it would go out. This fire would have no leverage in a fight against me. After all, it is the weakest out of the three elements: earth, fire, and water.
I pick up three marshmallows and roast them in the fire. I pull them out before they catch on fire because I’m not a psychopath who eats food that’s on fire.
I slide them onto my graham cracker and add the chocolate on top with another graham cracker covering it. The perfect s’more. Graham crackers, chocolate, and gooey marshmallows create the perfect late night snack.
Before I take a bite of my delicious s’more, I sit it down on my plate and take out my knife, fork, and spoon. The proper way to eat a s’more. If you eat s’mores without utensils, you’re the psychopath. I dig into my perfect s’more.
As I’m eating my s’more, I get a Remind message from Mr. Tom.
“Good afternoon, I hope you all are doing absolutely splendidly. I am so sorry for texting you at the extremely late hour of 6:30 P.M., but I must tell you we are starting our third trimester tomorrow and remember to get a good night of rest. Remember: tomorrow is always a new day, so let’s make sure we make it a good one and hit the ground running. Thank you, Mr. Tom.”
Wait a second.. Our third trimester isn’t until March 1st. Does that mean I’m living in the future??? I would hope not. I would rather be living in the present. Out of the past, present, and future, I think present is the best one.
After all, if we were in the past or future, we might not have graham cracker, chocolate, and marshmallow sandwiches. We might not have bacon, lettuce, and tomato sandwiches in the future. And in the past, we didn’t have the story of Franklin, Micheal, and Trevor. Or in the past past, we didn’t have the story of Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Or in the past, past, past, we wouldn’t have the story of the Three Little Pigs.
We also might not even need knives, forks, or spoons in the future. We might just teleport food into our body.
Who knows, we may not have great TV shows like the Power Puff Girls in the future.
But at least one game will stay with us forever. In the past, present, and future, we will always have rock, paper, scissors to play. The simple, free to play game that only requires your hands.
And if we lived too far in the past, we wouldn’t have the Iphone, the Ipod, and the Ipad.
The middle
After I finish eating my s’more, with a fork of course, I decide to head back inside.
I walk up to my door and turn the handle. The door opens on its hinges. I step inside. I’m surrounded by a wall, ceiling, and floor.
I walk to my bathroom and as soon as I step inside, I see a toilet, bathtub, and sink. The classic trio.
I walk out of the bathroom and begin to walk upstairs. My foot leaves the hard floor of the first floor, stepping onto the carpet that leads upstairs. The carpet is also made up of three things: Carpet, dog hair, and dust.
In my room I see another three things. I see a bed, some dirty clothes, and some more dirty clothes. The bed contains a mattress, with a blanket and a pillow.
Next to the bed I see something else, a window. A window with a frame, glass, and hinges. Next to the window is a curtain. It has a curtain rod, hooks, and of course the silky fabric. Next to the window is a pencil sitting on a desk. The pencil is made of three things, graphite, the actual wooden pencil part, and the eraser. Underneath the pencil, is the wooden desk. Made up of wood, wood, and more wood.
The ending
Moral of the story, anything in life can be made up of three parts if you’re limited to only being able to describe three things by your creative writing teacher.
Chase Christou
2/4/22