Another piece using the 5 words at the bottom. This was a tough one. Making a sentence using the words is easy; making a complete STORY out of them is quite another thing! Enjoy!

The Proof is in the Jell-O

It had been a month since George heard

his wife's stiletto heels clickety-clacking as

she slammed the apartment door behind her.

Although loud and ear-splittingly annoying,

George was unable to grasp or care what she

was saying as she stormed out of the building.

Perhaps he should have.

The ancient radio crackled rococo music

as he stood surveying his refrigerator

for something to satisfy his roaring stomach.

But the only thing inside was grape Jell-O so old

it resembled a shrunken head. Nothing else, unless

you count a bowl full of something unidentifiable.

Searching the herb containers on a shelf,

his bloodshot eyes moved back and forth until he

found a near-empty bottle labeled "cilantro."

He loved cilantro. He put it on EVERY-thing.

So, he took out the offending glob,

spread out a well-stained cloth onto the table

and plopped himself down with a grunt.

After sprinkling the cilantro onto the Jell-O,

with a pitchfork-type motion he managed to shove

several decent-sized pieces into his gaping mouth.

Moments later, he gasped, clutched at his tobacco-stained

T-shirt, and fell off the chair onto the dirty linoleum floor,

knocking over the long-unemptied trash can.

Where he remained until the apartment manager

found him on rent day a month and one day later.

Everyone assumed it was George's heart that

finally gave up the fight to keep blood flowing

through his over-sized body.

Everyone that is, except George's wife.

5 words:  cilantro, rococo, stiletto, Jell-O, radio