This comes from my writing class I took years ago. We were given the assignment to write a short on what might happen once the fridge light goes out.
Once the door closed the eggs started up again, bickering as children will do.
“It never changes with every new batch it is always the same.” grumbled Barry, the strawberry jam. He was the oldest resident of the fridge and had seen the comings and goings of quite a few characters. A bit grizzled around the edges of his tin but he had a good heart.
In another part of the fridge he could hear Whyte whining again, as she usually did when things weren’t just so. She had given herself airs and considered herself above the rest, so it was fitting that she was on the bottom shelf, he thought, and she had had something to say about that too.
“You’re dripping on me.” came the high-pitched whine “my label’s getting all wet.”
“I am sorry.” sniffled the Luce Erne “but I can’t stop weeping.”
Without so much as a care Wight went on with her whining; how her label was peeling, and could someone tell those children to be quiet, don’t they know they should be seen and not heard?
“What’s wrong, Luce?” Barry asked, full of concern.
“Oh, oh my time is almost up and I don’t want to leave” she dabbed at her tears “I’ve had such a wonderful time, I am just so sad it’s over.”
“Don’t worry, you will be onto another adventure, meet interesting new people and before you know it we will be a distant memory”
“Oh, I don’t think I shall ever forget.” she replied, shaking her head. Barry left her to her packing and continued on his rounds.
Dely Meat was feeling a bit off today, and Mozza was fuzzy headed. They had been up all night partying with Pickles, the three had ventured into the veggie bin…