“Is cranberry sauce supposed to taste like this?” asked
Zuri. Her nostrils flared.
“You act as if this is your first Thanksgiving. Yes, of course. Sweet and tangy, isn’t it?” Zander replied. He licked the red film from his incisors.
“I’ve never had cranberry sauce with my Thanksgiving
feast. In San Diego the food was quite
average on Thanksgiving.” Zuri took
another turn eating from the can. “How
did you manage to get this anyway?”
“The zookeeper had it in his pocket for some reason. I think she said something about giving her
mother-in-law a nice sur—”
Both of the zebras fell to the dirt, writhing.
I hope the zebras are okay! Nice piece of flash fiction.
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DeleteOoh, very nice :) Best of luck!
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(From Sarah, with Joy)
Thanks. This wasn't my best work, but I managed essentially fourth out of six entries.
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