Hunger, by David Little

Stewart looked forelornly at this stomach. The rumbling and gurgling sounds cut through the silence in his one room flat. His stomach was most definitely empty – he could feel the dull buzzing emptiness – and didn’t need the accompanying cacophony which assaulted his ears.

The fridge was bare, but he had long since stopped stocking food there. Ever since he had the experimental treatment to reduce his obesity his appetite for normal meat, vegetables and sundries had disappeared. Now he only craved human flesh and that was hard to come by.

Especially so, as he had recently eaten his own feet.

 

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Posted on October 28, 2011, in Issue 1: Hundred Word Halloween and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

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