Georgina was standing in front of the fridge with a growling stomach, searching something to munch on. She was indifferently going through on the packages, browsing between the blue cheese, chicken wings and prawns and wondering when did she buy all these products.
With a slight disappointment, she turned to the kitchen cabinets hoping maybe there she can find something more tempting. Opening the door cans of cassoulet were lining up. Plenty of them put on top of each other. She could not recall where were those cans from. Opening one cabinet after another she was completely appalled when realized that the same cassoulet cans were everywhere in endless rows. Different brands and sizes, but all of them were this heavy, greasy combination of bean stew and pork. The last time she had anything like that was back then when... She did not even remember when was the last time. It has been at least a decade since...What?
She stepped back to the fridge, opened it again and tried to find something which would at least catch her eyes. From shelf to shelf she
She wanted to shout for help, but she was not even sure anymore if she had a flatmate. She curled herself up, hugging her stomach, trying to hold down the more and more aggressive growling sounds shooting out from her body. She could not tell, how long she was lying on the cold floor, hours or maybe even days. It felt like one eternal second.
She did not feel hungry anymore, this was something else, something evil slowly eating her up from the inside bite after bite, piece after piece. There was nothing else to feel anymore but the void spreading inside her. There was nothing else anymore. Slowly she acquiesced with the fact that she is going to die. The darkness gently suffused everything around her.
When she opened her eyes, she was standing in front of the fridge with a growling stomach.