Confessions of a Closet Bacon Eater

This week’s flash fiction from Madison is very unique.  I couldn’t tell what her son was doing in the picture until I read her caption that he was frying bacon on a space heater. What kind of a story could I make up about this?  Read on and find out.


My name is Bob.  And I’m a baconholic.
It started innocently enough— bacon and grape jelly on a toasted sandwich for breakfast.  I know now Mom wasn’t to blame. She just wanted me to have something hot and filling in my stomach before going to school.
Next it was bacon, lettuce, and tomato sandwiches for lunch.  Then bacon cheeseburgers for supper.  But I wasn’t worried.  I could stop any time I wanted.
I knew I’d hit bottom when I started cooking bacon over my space heater. That’s when a friend of mine told me about Bacon Eaters Anonymous.
It won’t be easy giving up those crispy sizzling strips of pure pork fat.  I’ll just have to take it one day at-a-time.  
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3 Responses to Confessions of a Closet Bacon Eater

  1. madisonwoods says:

    Haha. Cute story, Ruth. I'm still in denial – I love bacon and I don't want to quit!

  2. Jan Morrill says:

    Very clever! So glad to know there's a name for what I have. 🙂

  3. Jim Burkett says:

    Bacon! Bacon! Bacon!

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