Jeremy didn’t realize they’d changed menus when he ordered his usual #5.

The bag sagged. The cashier handed him tongs and a chamois.

As Jeremy drove off, the bag moved in the passenger seat.

The screech jolted him.

Jeremy crushed his brakes. Walked home. Went to bed hungry.

But alive.

John Frain should be working on his debut novel. If you see him out and about, point him back to his office. Only then can you visit him at JohnDavisFrain.com.