I’ve been asked by a few to divulge this one particular story. Now I’m rather detached from time unfortunately so I can’t remember whether this story came about in grade ten or eleven. My only reference point is that it was a while after my favourite burger in the entire universe, The Double Crunch, got discontinued. I’ve never quite forgiven KFC in South Africa for cancelling it, and in the week that I found out they would be I ate seven in a matter of days.
This short story came from a school paper incidentally. It was exams and I was sitting in English paper three, the creative writing paper. I loved that one. It was my channel to be bizarre, creative and take risks. It wasn’t about the marks for me. It was about writing. And fortunately my writing led to good marks. In one particular paper the third writing part gave a variety of options, and one of them was to write three diary entries. I’m not quite sure what made me write about KFC, but I would assume that I was hungry and dealing with the loss of the Double Crunch.