It Came From The Produce Section

She shrieked as a horrible, misshapen little creature squirmed out of her grocery bag and flopped itself, half-formed lungs heaving, onto the floor.

Kill it! cried her husband, but pity stayed her hand.

A bond formed between them,
and though it was built on only moments,
it lasted;
it remained.


This story was based on a title suggested by @vxicepickxv.

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