Avocado Death

Every now and then, my friend GM, tells me to write a brief story based on something simple. This story was simply based upon the name “Harry Jomba.” Enjoy.

Harry Jomba loved his juices. Cranberry, Boisenberry and Banana – being his favorites. One night, while he blended a mysterious new concoction of fruits – the lights went out in his Parisian Castle.

“Who’s there?” questioned Harry.

When he failed to receive an answer to his call in the dark, he decided to forgo the juicing and investigate. He lit a pineapple on fire and jammed a celery stalk inside of it as a makeshift torch. The illuminations of the tropical spiky fruit showed nothing but shadows and empty boxes of produce.

Assuming his mind was playing tricks on him, Harry returned to his experimental blendings. “Avocadooooo”, a voice spoke out in the dark. This time Harry knew he was not alone.

“Avocado? Who is there?” Harry replied, clutching his juicer.

“Add avocado,” the voice cried out once again.

Unfortunately for Harry, the local market had been out of avocado for weeks due to a major drought in California. He would have to think quick to subdue the voice.

Harry grabbed a handful of green play doh and threatened to drop it in the blender. This outraged the mysterious voice.

“Avacado, not play doh!” the voice yelled. Harry was startled by its insistence.

“I have none! The shortage claimed the crop and I’m left without green goopy fruit for my juice experiment!” Harry returned fire on the voice.

“Oh, well why didn’t you ask?” and the voice dropped a pallet of avocados on Harry’s head – crushing him to death.

THE END.