She swallowed hard and peered over her shoulder. In the dim light, Zoe made out the silhouette of a chicken head. She turned back, her breath caught in her throat. It made no sense—the chicken they had bought had no head.
Read moreBecause whether it’s a bean smear inside of a tortilla or a meaty one in the middle of the road, it makes no difference in the end.
Read moreIt was a good steak knife. Margaret’s was. It could do so many things, even if there was no steak for dinner.
Read moreMouths wide open. That’s how his neighbors spend their evenings nowadays. Necks cocked back to the ceiling, taking in the dripping streams...
Read moreThe toppings sloughed then plopped and sunk in the cloudy water below. Pepperoni, olives, sausage chunks, and peppers...
Read moreHe’s crept inside and sewn himself into the fibers. One by one, each and every stitch is his, is his...
Read moreA marked man’s prowess lives beneath the next man's shoes. He’s a gunslinger with a turkey in his holster. That’s right. You ever been scared of your next meal?
Read moreThat bologna sandwich turned eating into a miserable production. From that moment on, I deconstructed and reimagined the eating process of every food set before me with both diligence and border-line mania...
Read moreAll I want is a bowl of cereal, but a family of rats picked off my teeth. So I’ll have applesauce—like I did yesterday...
Read moreIt must have started somewhere, right? Only you weren’t meant to remember. That's part of the inheritance...
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