TRAVEL, FOOD
We were heading north. The sky was clear, and the sun had been colour-bleaching our shirts.
“What’s this scent?” she asked me, wide-eyed, zombie-like.
“What is it?” I turned back.
At first, all I could think of was the deodorizer. Later, I realized it was deriving from my pounding lungs. A quiet heady smell that resembles strawberry, as if my heart had been replaced by a giant strawberry pulping orchards instead of blood.
She grabbed the steering wheel and forced me to pull over. Then, she climbed over me, ripped my chest, and ate my heart.
“What’s this scent?” she asked me, wide-eyed, zombie-like.
“What is it?” I turned back.
At first, all I could think of was the deodorizer. Later, I realized it was deriving from my pounding lungs. A quiet heady smell that resembles strawberry, as if my heart had been replaced by a giant strawberry pulping orchards instead of blood.
She grabbed the steering wheel and forced me to pull over. Then, she climbed over me, ripped my chest, and ate my heart.
