“Frozen Fried Forgotten” by Theresa Do


Opened door cold soup stalemate aroma: the fly awakening the lights came on across the room another door opened a low wattage light bulb emitted weak beams darting towards the microwave pushing its wings to beat the clock revving up the minuscule engine skidding off into the light. Continue reading ““Frozen Fried Forgotten” by Theresa Do”