Beans in a Jar
When you look at the beans in the large glass jar and the beans look back; you know it's going to be one of those days. I try not to notice. It's best not to notice. It will only start an argument, “I don't know why I keep you,” I muttered to myself.
“Because we're brothers, Allen,” he answered.
“I don't believe you are. You just look like him. Daniel is dead! 12 years ago.”
“I couldn't leave you. I love you. You're my brother. Go ahead ask me anything.”
“We've done this a thousand times, Daniel. You know a lot about us but. . .you're a face in a jar of beans. Clearly not my brother. He hated beans. Maybe even jars, I don't know what you are but you need to leave and never bother me again. Or so help me I will drop you this time.”
“You did do that on purpose. I knew it!”
Daniel's likeness dissolves into the beans and disappears.
A knock at the door pulls Daniel into reality. He smiles because he has a feeling he knows who it is.
“Beth! You're early, good , I'm ready,” Allen grabs his phone and keys and motions to the door.
Beth, Allen's girlfriend, steps inside,” We have time, babe. Let's sit and talk until it's time for the movie. I was thinking of Mexican dinner tonight,” Beth walks into the kitchen.
“Great! Where at? Tacos Ensenada?”
“No, I was thinking of making dinner here,” Beth grabs the large jar of beans. Daniel's worried face appears to her from within the jar. She sees the specter and screams. Dropping the jar. Beans and glass scatter on impact with the floor.
The funeral in the back yard was nice.