The trouble was, I kept mine. Jaw slack, eyes lolling, but still, somehow, there was a brain in this decaying skull. So I wasn’t starving for brains; I was dying for a cheeseburger.
My disguise got me in the diner. I smelled my order cooking, grateful the fake beard hid the drool flooding from my chinless mouth.
But then my eye popped out. A woman screamed around her milkshake. Then everyone screamed. Goodbye, cheeseburger.
I lurched at the nearest human and dug in. Brains weren’t to my taste, but when you’re hungry enough, a little imagination is the best seasoning.
Elis Montgomery is a speculative fiction writer from
Vancouver, Canada. She is a member of SFWA and Codex. When she’s not
writing, she’s usually hanging upside down in an aerial arts class or a
murky cave. Find her there or at elismontgomery.com.
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1 comments:
HA! Damned if you do, damned if you don't.
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