Those thoughts again
Yes, those kind
Yes, you’ve had them, too
The ones locked in a box
I try to hide them
How would I look
If I was exposed?
Do you question me?
Are you so perfect?
What’s in your closet?
Yes I’m a vegan
And I crave bacon
Patrick is about to retire, a favourite person in his life introduced him to this site.
I put out bits of bacon for the sparrows. Frederick says I am spoiling them.
I ask him why that matters, and he just shrugs. “It will matter when they return to their homes,” he says. “The others will reject them for the smell of dead pigs on their breath.”
Christina Murphy’s flash fiction has appeared in a range of journals and anthologies, most recently in Fresh Ground: Coffee House Flash Fiction Anthology and Astarte Journal of Fantasy.
“Everything sure is great, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, absolutely. I can’t think of a single possible thing that could make my life better.”
“More steak?”
“Nah; I’ve got plenty.”
“More bacon?”
“I already eat it four times a day…”
“More steak wrapped in bacon?”
“…I think you may have something there.”