I stumbled into the kitchen. Last night’s party was wild.

Loose word tiles from the magnetic poetry kit were scattered all over the floor.

I glanced at the refrigerator door. One foot up were two tiles: FEED ME.

I called out. Someone must have stayed.

But only the cat answered.

Candace Kubinec posts her stories at storydribbles.wordpress.com and her poetry at rhymeswithbug.com.