Instalment One Hundred and Thirty Nine

Godzilla vs. The Toxic Silence

Click to embiggen

Godzilla bumbled around the kitchen of wherever it was Godzilla went to in-between destroying cities.

“Where’s the frypan?” he yelled towards the bedroom. No answer came.

“That’s alright, I’ve found it!”

Godzilla could fry Tokyo in a breath but was lost in the kitchen.

“Sure you’re not hungry?” he yelled again, his voice all too cheery. Nothing.

He cracked two Mothra eggs for himself and unsuccessfully tried to remove fragments of shell.

She was waiting in the doorway as he turned searching for a spatula. Godzilla flinched.

“Why?” Godzilla asked.

The mood on her face hardened faster than the chocolate shell of the soft-serve ice cream Godzilla had bought on their first date. He knew it too would fracture with the slightest slip of his tongue. He pawed the happy memory like a faded a postcard. But Godzilla couldn’t tiptoe around anything. There was green-eye monster that Godzilla would never defeat, jealously.

“He’s just a friend.” The lie woke something dormant within the King of the Monsters.

He roared. She left the room.

Godzilla banged the pan in the sink and sat down to his burnt eggs in silence.

That silence between them grew and turning toxic, consumed their lives.