Frank Man and the Man-Eating Sofa Cushion of Doom (Fiction by J)

As the sofa cushion approached me, a vicious grin swept its face, taking control. It drooled like a dog in front of "Joe's sSuper Crunchy Bacon Bitz." Just as it charged forward, ready to devour me, Frank Man charged forward heroically! 

Then he stopped suddenly and faced me: "Do you have any flour? " He said.

“Just go straight forward and take the last left,” I instructed.

“Thanks,” he called back to me.

“By the way,” he said, coming back with two large-sized bags of flour. “Do you mind if I charge my I-pod?”

“Sure,” I grumbled quietly.

“Thanks!” he said, and disappeared into the kitchen.

Then the sofa cushion took one look at me and gulped me down in two bites.

THE END.