2 Minute Tastes

A 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?

So mad is the mind filled with God ego, that strength and the will to live is seen as defiance...

Threw doughnuts at him they did. And dumped soup on his head. "Eat Ted! Eat!" They would yell...

There was nothing more that I craved. My tongue had taken over my thoughts, and I could do nothing else, will nothing else than to slink into the night...

Mother got the cleaver and chopped off her head. I opened my mouth but no words came out. I cowered behind the dish towel, all I could do was watch...

It’s just Rosemary, the name my mother gave me. I’ve seen her photographs—a pretty young woman with dark brown, wispy hair—just like mine. All that’s left are photographs. There’ll never be anything more. My mother died before I was born. ..

That’s what she collected. Small skeletal balls of fluff. Worthless, but they were hers...

Maybe number 8 was the answer. Maybe if she plugged the drain and let the water fill the tub, it would do the trick...

They’re gonna want more back there—you know that’s where the extra stuff happens...