Holiday Short Stories
Tastes like Chicken —————————– I stumbled down the street my guts feeling as if they were being ripped apart, the night street lights hardly providing adequate light, the worst thing was my hunger had grown to monstrous new heights. Where was that idiot of a wife of mine? I’d starve to death before she ever got here. Further down the street, I saw a diner one of those 24 hour joints. I stumbled in taking the booth nearest the door, looking around I saw that there weren’t that many people. Brushing my long brown hair from my eyes I avoided eye contact, no need to give these fuckers any reason to notice me. Grabbing a menu I was having a hard time deciding what to get. The waitress a young, skinny, blonde with legs that …