Overheard in my kitchen Sunday morning while we were making breakfast:
Me: Could you hand me the Melamine fork out of the dishwasher?
He: Sure!
He hands it to me.
At the same time he says: Use the fork, Luke!
I say: May the fork be with you!
overheard
Published by Mari Adkins
Appalachian gothic fiction writer - my works reflect a love of literature flavored by the darkness and magic residing in these ancient mountains. In my spare time, I Sim, I TikTok, I journal, but I always have a very strange sense of humor. I have lived away from the mountains and lived deep in the mountains. I currently live in Central Kentucky with my life partner and his cat. The mountains, their culture, their superstitions, their particular magics, will always be in my blood. View all posts by Mari Adkins
