megpye was home from the oil fields , 606 was down from calgary for the weekend, ryskie and i were hungry so i decided we needed a Big Breakfast.
i got some potatoes out from the cupboard, washed them and began to chop them.
there was something about this one potato, i couldn't put my finger on it at first, but it seemed somehow more important than the others.
the skin was slightly darker, clouded. i brought it over to the window to see it in a brighter light.
even the brilliant prairie sunshine could not penetrate the potato's secrets.
i turned the tuber over in my hands, and set it out upon the cutting board. i raised my knife, paused, and turned the potato over again. there was a slight mark on the one side, darker then the rest. i poised the blade over it, and made a decisive cut.
alas, my knife blade did not reveal the pure milky white of an ordinary potato.
i uncovered an ancient evil.
there was a purple shape, indistinct at first. and a green halo.
"hey ryskie!" i exclaimed, "there is something in this potato, like a picture. but i don't think it's jesus."
i could not have been more wrong.
we both cast our eyes towards the potato, but we could not look upon the horrors it held.
our screams rose 606 who knew the power of the Great Old Ones. he knew the horror of evils that could not be looked upon without madness.
his Dread face is in the middle of my potato.
i made a thin section, slightly deeper into the potato to be sure.
it's him alright.
606 will post photos later today.
if we survive.
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