Jul 5, 2025 | Fiction |
Randall Randall “I only want one egg this morning,” Randall said. “Bacon or sausage?””Sausage.””We’re out of sausage,” Claudia said.”Then why did you ask me?”She put the bacon on the counter next to the...
Nov 24, 2018 | Fiction |
Consuming something that had been handled by a fellow creature was, I explained to the rubicund convives, as repulsive to me as eating any creature, and that would include – lowering my voice – the pulpous pony-tailed girl student who served us and licked...
