RAMEN: Fiction by Yvonne Gillen
Finalist, Middle School Category I hung up my apron about to close my restaurant. I washed the used dishes, and grabbed my coat from the hangers. I pulled on my hat and scarf, and took the keys from a table. I heard a shrill giggle. I clutched my heart feeling faint. “I must be hallucinating,” I mumbled. I shook my head and continued my work. “Are you usually this stupid?” The voice called. The kitchen! I rushed over to my counter. WHY WAS THERE A BOWL OF RAMEN…