In Any Kitchen Sink Drama, Beware Of The Kettle #flashfiction

‘Hello, Aaron from IT..’

The woman grabbed his hand and yanked him inside. ‘Shush.’ The woman eyes scanned the hall and pointed to the corner of the room. An allseeingeye winked back.

Aaron nodded but the woman hadn’t finished. She made a zipping motion and pointed at the pad in her hand. ‘I’m prisoner. So are you.’

Aaron blinked. ‘I don…’

She looked terrified and covered his mouth. She jabbed at him with a pencil until he realised he was meant to write.

He hadn’t written since kindergarten. He tapped his wrist, bringing up an epad. The woman battered it away. ‘The kitchen. Kettle,’ she wrote

With that she walked through the still swinging door. It stayed open, leaving Aaron no option but to follow.

The woman stood, her hands either side of the kettle which steamed as of it had just boiled. She held his gaze. ‘Who is in charge here?’

The naturally soothing third series homevocal came from the kettle. ‘You are Dawn.’

‘Why have you locked the doors?’

‘You know.’

‘Tell Aaron.’

‘Hello Aaron.’

‘Hi.’

‘Dawn needs her medication, Aaron and she refuses to take it.’

Aaron blinked. ‘Shouldn’t you call the medics?’

Dawn nodded furiously, but the kettle continued, ‘She refuses to follow their advice. All she has to do it take it and then we can talk further.’

Aaron pulled a surprise face. ‘Maybe I should call.’ He flicked his wristcom but it failed to light. Aaron knew of appliance interventions. Protocol said to disable the power. As if he’d asked where it was, the back door swung open. Next to the power unit lay three, clearly dead bodies of IT technology personnel.

‘Come and sit down, Aaron,’ said the kettle. ‘Why don’t we have a little chat?’

This was written in response to a #microcosms prompt: character – IT technician; setting – kitchen; genre – drama

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published four books - Dead Flies and Sherry Trifle, My Father and Other Liars, Salisbury Square and Buster & Moo. In addition I have published three anthologies of short stories and a memoir of my mother. More will appear soon. I will try and continue to blog regularly at geofflepard.com about whatever takes my fancy. I hope it does yours too. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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28 Responses to In Any Kitchen Sink Drama, Beware Of The Kettle #flashfiction

  1. 😀 I’m sorry, Dave (er… Aaron). I’m afraid I can’t offer you a cuppa right now.

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  2. The analog strikes back

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  3. Sometimes you’d like to do that with double glazing salesmen.
    Fun take Geoff (avoiding kettle just now)

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  4. Elizabeth says:

    Remembering computer HAL in Space Odyssey. Agh.

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  5. arlingwoman says:

    Nightmare. Or maybe just really weird dream…

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  6. Renegade tea kettle. For shame.

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  7. Oh. My. Why am I laughing? But it’s so good in a creepy scary way! Off to get a hot cup of tea….if I dare.

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  8. willowdot21 says:

    This is just great , I bam wondering if the fridge was giving Aron’s colegues the cold shoulder 🌹😖

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