After the creepy story last time, I decided for something a little lighter…kind of. I had a few people last week ask for more of the story, Jasper’s Lamp, so I wrote it. You can read the longer and creepier version of Jasper’s Lamp here, if you’d like.
copyright Janet Webb
Fructocidal
“I heard they found him with a bag of apple seeds. Then they discovered a banana in his basement, peeled and sliced lengthwise.”
“Come on, you’re gonna make me hurl.”
“You know what was in his pantry? Hundreds of jars . . . of jam.”
“Stop, or I’ll tell Mom.”
“They say he ate it on toast.”
“Quit it!”
“You don’t even want to know what he was drinking, but it had chopped up strawberries and oranges in it.”
“I’m gonna have nightmares now about getting picked.”
“Way up here on the top branch? Don’t worry, you’ll live to a ripe, old age.”
The Green-Walled Tower 