A Brief Account of an Unfortunate Packet of Crisps
A Brief Account of an Unfortunate Packet of Crisps Whatever really happened didn’t matter in the end, not in the great scheme of things. Daily life went on before, and it certainly went on after – albeit a tad more fantastical. But whether the story you are about to read seems strange, I must inform you with the utmost sincerity that despite one death, one thrown out police report and a burial of a story from all government bodies, a day like the day a packet of crisps became sentient will never be seen again. Did the crinkling of the shiny greasy foil make enough noise to wake them up, perhaps it was the chemicals being tested in the new formula for preparing the potato products. One thing was evident though as the first individual crisp woke from non-existence into complete sentience, the world got just a pinch weirder. “Where am I?” One crisp asked. “Who said that?” another answered. This went back and forth between the thirty or so dried snacks for a while longer than i...