The dinosaurs stomp across the terrain foraging and eating fish, plants, other dinosaurs. Whatever is in their path and delicious. Communal feasting on a vast array of abundance. That is until asteroids smash into the earth. No more foraging; dinner is done.

Now, eons later, I’m setting my table for one.

Originally from Atlanta, Georgia, Susan R. Barclay makes persistent attempts at witticism and stories; sometimes she is successful. Her works have appeared or are forthcoming, in the The Blue Nib, Vine Street Press, Defuncted Journal, Write Time, Paragraph Planet, Witcraft, Workers Write, 50-Word Stories, and the 42 Stories Anthology.