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 moreIt was a good steak knife. Margaret’s was. It could do so many things, even if there was no steak for dinner.
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 moreA forest ghost has no eyes, a forest ghost has no teeth, yet it can see and taste...
Read moreWith his pancake heart beating fiercely in his pancake body, he heard them coming—and there was nothing he could do about it...
Read moreCitronella’s eyes are not dolly eyes. They are my eyes. And her tiny mouth is my own...
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