an Excerpt from D e a t h (a novella) by Lady Soxx Lexxingtonn

When I was little my mother gave me a fork. It was an antique fork. She told me to only eat pork with this fork. But I'm a vegetarian. So I gave the fork to this friend of mine who I knew loved to eat bacon. This friend put bacon on everything, including non-food things like the dashboard of her car and bacon bits sprinkled onto wildflowers that grew on the fence in her backyard. She loved the smell of bacon and it wanted to smell it as often as possible. I told this friend that she can only use this fork to eat pork. And the friend thanked me very much. She said thank you for this pork fork, friend. I still think about this friend and wonder if she’s using the fork to eat pork. Who knows.


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